song of the wild

A voice would reach her - the voice of a man's. Displeasure zipped through her, but it was no matter - she had hoped for one to come, and the gods had answered. How they answered was not for her to judge. She would turn to face this man, silver eyes coming to rest on his face. A pure, pristine white this man was, with glimmering golden eyes. He was taller than she, which was a pleasant surprise - she was not used to males being taller than her. Rather, the opposite generally occurred.

"I suppose so, male," she answered, her head not budging from it's position. It was right for the male to bow his head towards her - not so much would she give him the equal when he would not be anywhere near the rank of her birth. "Do you know this area?" she questioned, gaze sharp as she watched him, awaiting the - hopefully prompt - response.