heavy is the head

It seemed these woods, though appearing soulless with its cloak of concealing mist, was home to another inhabitant. She wasn't alone. As silent as she had been before, the queen carefully stepped around a tree, revealing a woman of an auburn shade to her scarlet eyes. If it had not been for the feminine scent, her gaze wouldn't have distinguished the form from the monotony of the flora's earthy tones. A fair distance away, though also prowling the terrain. Smaller, though not as small as some women she had come across in her short life. Somewhat a striking figure. Was she always this over-analytical, especially with strangers?  

The other woman spoke, of words inaudible for the young alphess to hear. The tongue seemed different, strange even, if her ears did not deceive. Had the words been aimed at her? Was she to reply, make her presence known of? "Wareware wa subete no yoru no shin'ainaru o motte imasu," she murmured to herself, just loud enough for the stranger's ears. It was her own little saying, one she had heard Riv say when he had first taught her the basics of his language. She didn't know what it meant, though somehow it had stuck with her over the season. "What tongue does the lady speak, if I may ask?" A hint of curiosity in her vocals as she slowly approached the woman, keeping a short distance between them.