Wonders Above

*Irie* · 12-05-2015, 12:26 PM

IRIE DIAMÁCHI
The woman heard movement, and she would turn to face what it was, scenting quite the strange scent. Curiosity would alight her features, as well as a gentle sweetness as she dipped her head in greeting. This was certainly an interesting male in front of her; he was spotted, much like a deer - and, oh! even his tail... or rather, lack thereof. Oh, and the roses! It was quite peculiar, how he wore them draped across his shoulders like that. She'd never seen something like that before, and it made her curious; he did not seem to be a pack wolf, after all. There were no scents that lined up that way, in any case.

Quite another thing she noticed was his height - she had never seen someone, other than Mithras - as tall as this. This man easily matched Mithras in height, if not bigger - that in itself was wondrous as well. Also amusing, for the woman could easily walk under the giant male. He'd speak, and her ears would flicker, a pleasant surprise flickering in her eyes. This was not the sound of a Northern Alacritian wolf; nor was it the sound of one of Southern Alacritia. It was one that was utterly foreign, and that made her truly curious. Perhaps this was a man whom she could acclimate to the Diamachi, and teach them the Diamachi ways! First though, she would answer his question with a firm nod. "Yes, it is known as the Dragon's Blood Grove," she answered softly, her own voice with an accent of her own: different from those of Northern Alacritis, it carried the sound of the Diamachi in its depths. "My name is Irie Diamachi. What is yours?" she asked curiously, head tilting as she looked up at the stranger.

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