Visiting old memories

It was the males voice that brought the wraith out of her little spell, pausing did that gaze shift to the oddly colored male. He wasn't the first nor the last she'd likely see with such an odd coat, it seemed to be the norm for these lands. That gaze drifted over his form, he clearly wasn't young, then again she exactly wasn't either. Old age didn't suit Abelinda and yet one couldn't tell if she was starting to grey or not, due to the coloration her pelt took on. Simply the grey hairs melded in with the silver and blue, hiding her older age.


“No; do you?” A simple question that was offered, as that gaze and those ears remained upon the man. Simply, she was silent and waited to see just what he would do or say next. Abelinda wasn't quite inclined to fight, but was more then willing to pull such off if it was needed. It seemed unlikely, btut the wraith kept her wits about her.