South she went with the voices at her back; her father was chasing her away from something, from somebody. She obliged though she had put the thoughts to the back of her mind for another day; meeting those others had simply left her with too much to think about and she craved the familiarity of the swamps and stillwater. She wanted to enter the water, feel its stillness, allow herself to melt into it. It put her at ease as she loped south towards Iromar, ignorant of the world around her.

She had turned to move along the riverside as she sauntered along its edge, nose down to the earth as her deadened ear flickered back and forth in a desperate attempt to focus. Her father hadn't stopped fretting but others voices had chosen to announce their grievances; they wanted attention to and she groaned beneath her breath in frustration before she shook her head and took pause. She shook again, flicked an ear, and her head spasmed to the left before she breathed a sigh of relief and began once more towards Iromar. For now, at least, she had been able to dislodge the others so that only one remained, a quiet sort of whisper that she did not understand but it sounded...enticing, perhaps. She could smell its source on the wind.

Though her nose was to the earth, her eyes had lifted to view the stranger ahead of her; he did not seem so comfortable there in the open and she breathed in a laugh before she hushed herself. Though she could see him, she was by no means close and so she paused, her head still low as she observed him. She swayed, ever moving even when still, and snorted after several moments of silent observation; he was off. He didn't fit neatly in the world. Where he moved, there were gaps between the space he occupied in the here and now. It drew her forward one languid step at a time, an almost domineering move had she the posture to back it up.