Storm's A Brewin'

The plains stretched out before her filled with impressively tall grasses that rose above the snow, their brown autumn hues standing in triumph over the white that claimed most of Alacritis..  Rœkia had to admit she was rather liking the south.  She hated trudging through snow that almost went over her head.  Wolf soared above her as always, scouting from the sky as she searched on the ground for any place that might house Khat though it was probably fruitless this time a year unless she went much farther south… maybe west.  She was anxious to get her herb stores up to snuff in this new terra but it was proving to be a massive chore. She sighed… pausing to eye the clouds building up above her.  She hoped it wasn't going to storm, she had a mission to complete here and there was no bloody shelter in this place!  Rœkia glared at the clouds willing them to continue south and away from her line of travel.

Wolf suddenly flew down and perched on her left shoulder.  "Rœkia there's someone dead ahead about 20 feet.  A young woman…alone." Rœ raised a brow as she glanced at the bird.  Well someone was either really lost or really confident… or possibly horny?  Rœ's nose wrinkled at the smell of heat.  Oh boy...  The grass began to wane in height, the snow and wind having managed to bend some of it and before her stood a pale and clearly frightened woman.  Oh… now wasn't this interesting?  She was taller than Rœkia but clearly distressed and the con woman smelt an opportunity to have a little fun.  "Excuse me!  Miss?  Are you alright dear?"  Voice tinged with concern, brow furrowed in worry, Rœkia quickly fell into the roll of a concerned, wholesome stranger.

"Speech"