She is here and for a moment, I am inclined to ponder why but then, it would make me a fool to do such a thing. Though I have not seen her since the storm, I have seen Nari and so, through her I have seen the transformations that I know are taking place with Zeltzin. Was I a fool? Some might argue yes but such actions were...easy to justify. I wonder, then, if anybody will expect that of me. Her companion, perhaps, whose scent drifts alongside her own with distant familiarity. Perhaps I ought to count my blessings that is not the scent of Hyrule nor Amoxtli - comforting, no, to think this scandal is less a scandal than merely a happenstance?
I move towards their origin and yet, it seems they do not care for the formalities this day. Does that speak of the seriousness of this visit? I pause, then, to allow them time to discover me. I do not conceal myself but rather, I stay seated in the midst of the trees and sand of Glorall, as patient as can be before my head turns towards the sound of crunching paws. Random visit. For whatever reason, such words brings a twitch to the corner of my lip, amused momentarily before my eyes drift down to meet the darker, smaller form of the other woman. Familiar but not entirely, at least, more a stranger now than ever. Suomi? Some name akin to it at least. I remember her though there is little to remember - sharp, is what comes to mind. It is a word proven the moment she speaks.
I hesitate for a moment, unsure as to how I ought to direct this situation. I know why she has come, or at least I beieve so, and yet it is not a situation I understand entirely. Renai had not come for me. Achlys had wanted me. Nari was here already. A woman coming to me, unwanting of me perhaps, was not something I was accustomed to.