who? @raventeresi where? woods outside Eterna
Shenuvun is sitting in the woods outside Eterna, reading a rather interesting treatise on Aetheron, when she hears light steps approaching. Slowly, she raises her head and tilts it in the direction of the walker, eyes narrowed as she awaits for the interloper to arrive. Shoulders tense, she gathers her magic on her gut and waits to see if it is to be a friend or a foe. She suspects the latter, but it is better to assume the best so near Eterna. She wouldn’t want to accidentally hit someone with friendly fire again. Fingers tapping against the cover of her book, she waits, until a faiman comes into sight and she blinks in surprise.
“Oh, you. I know you,” she muses thoughtfully, eyes flickering around her form and taking her in rather carefully. She remembers her, yes, from amidst the refugees coming from Iskaldrik. Shenuvun hadn’t tried to talk to her, too worried about the witches to want to interact with such a shield. But now? Far from the hunters and on her territory? Now she is curious. “An Iskaran, correct? We were in the troupe together.”