The Lost Islands

Meadow

Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.

Drowning in a Haze

She knew how to exist alone.

When the space nearby her became occupied by another, her head rose and her guard went up rapidly, as her eyes hardened and her ears shifted back – not flat, just back in warning. Her silvery hair shimmered like the water over the falls as her head rose. Her eyes, bright but dark, locked upon him.

There was something of a predatory air to the way he had been looking at her. For beings of prey, it was strange to her. She was used to having to change her path and avoid being hunted, but she’d never come across another of her own species quite so intimately in her life.

Tsillah watches him, her face carefully impassive as she takes a small step to the side to ensure his distance was kept as a comfortable minimum for herself, but there wasn’t anything cold or biting in the way she regarded him. She was just used to caring for herself, and herself alone.

“I was not aware I was arriving anywhere,” she responds in a measured voice. Conversing with others was a practice she had not done in some time, and so her manners were lacking somewhat.

Even with his grin, and his languid appearance, Tsillah guarded herself.

But she did not recoil.

[ooc its all good i'm super freaking rusty here :D]
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