The Mirror Never Lies

*Epiphron* · (This post was last modified: 05-18-2016, 07:33 PM by Epiphron.)

The coolness that autumn brought was not at all deemed unpleasant, to her at least. The winters in the Mangroves were never unbearable, either; the eastern lands were quite mild, though the land's proximity to the ocean made it quite chilly at times, especially when winds came in from the sea. The autumn certainly was the more pleasant choice, and she was content to bask in the comfort of the weather for as long as it lasted.

The stranger she had approached seemed friendly enough, at first glance, as he turned to look at her. She would be lying if she said she did not grow bored of being by herself all the time - and the prospect of speaking to someone new was quite intriguing today. He didn't look familiar, she noted, as she got a better look at him. He hardly even moved as she approached, his posture confident and without a hint of aggression. His voice held a unique accent she'd never heard before. Her head tilted slightly as he spoke, smiling lightly at his words.

"The pack to the north-east of here?" Epiphron would inquire, wondering if he meant Fiori. "It's a pleasure, Creed. I'm Epiphron Adravendi." Perhaps he'd heard of her family before? Most she met these days had not, but he'd been around since Valhalla and Seracia had both been ruled by Adravendis. Maybe, by some stroke of fate, he knew of her family.

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