Reminders of home? I watch the creature as it lazily drifts in the breeze. I watch it closely, attempting to discern where it is that I might have seen these things before. Diveen, perhaps, and yet never alone; Taviora, no, at least not in such a shade. They are almost foreign here like she is, a sudden unexpected guest. Nonetheless, my brow twitches up in subdued curiosity though I remain silent. I simply store away such a statement for later use, a question better asked when it is more suitable. Ask too much and too soon and, like these blue butterflies she chases, they'll merely be pushed away by the wind of your words.

It is when she recoils that my ears push forward with sudden interest, her demeanour so suddenly different that it instantly makes my skin prickle. Is there something in these words that makes her unhappy? Uncomfortable? Even her words reflect this change, suddenly guarded though I offer them a small breath of a chuckle in response. "Perhaps we need names to give our invisible borders merit." I shrug, attempting to shake the sudden tension from the air.

In a way, it appears to work. Or, at least, her attention is driven away from the offense and towards my own queries. I shift on the spot, trying to remove my own tension as she begins to speak. For now, I do not press the issue of this story but rather, I watch closely as the butterfly comes to land on her nose. One even dares to approach me and yet, I dismiss it swiftly with a flicker of my ear. Even they shan't have the privilege of touching me. Nonetheless, it is peculiar that they appear almost drawn to her. I wonder, albeit briefly, what kind of nature such magnetism alludes to.

I haven't the time to ponder on it long for suddenly, she speaks again and lopes forward. It catches me off guard initially, my tail instinctively curving up before I register her intentions. I am... oblied in a sense. After all, I have made it obvious that I will not attack her for her intrusion and so, I ought to accompany her. I nod as she turns bak to face me, my own legs taking me forward until I am alongside her, motioning her with a flick of my muzzle to continue down the dunes and to the shore. "We have a name for it too," I state, my eyes drifting towards the waves and chop of the sea, "ocean or sea, or the great water beyond if you see the title fitting." After all, nobody had ever seen the other side of it though many speculated upon what lay beyond. I, personally, see no use to do so. If there were land beyond, it'd be Glorall's just as the ocean is.

I encourage her towards the water, my own form taking itself to the very edge as the ocean laps at my paws. The water is cool, the telltale sign of winter's approach and yet, it is almost relieving on my worn paws. "Octavia," I repeat the name before I stay silent a moment, turning towards her only to speak, "then I suppose you ought to call me Eden if you would like." I mirror her sentiment in this way. I know Glorall needs more family and more wolves to fill it and I see no reason to begin making a place for this woman. Perhaps she did intrude and yet, she brings with her no harm, merely a world of unanswered questions and curiosities. It is the kind of thing we need, I believe: new thoughts, new knowledge.

It is with that thought in mind that I turn to her once more, flexing my toes in the water as I stretch out, releasing the tension from my limbs as I do so. "I have much time today," I state with a tilt of my head, "so perhaps you could tell me your story if you are willing." I shrug once more, a learned behavior to relieve tension from a request; it creates a suggestion out of it, a casual prompt. I am curious, yes, but I do not wish to blow this butterfly away entirely.