Tabula Rasa

Solveiga continued to walk back across the land bridge toward the bright young female who had called on her. Really, though, she was bright. In the light of midday, out here were there were no trees or mountains to provide shade, she looked like a fragment of the sun that had broken off somehow and fallen down to earth. Solveiga had only seen fur so white and luminescent once before, and that was with Báine. This young woman must have been born with albinism as well.

She said that she didn't need help, meaning she wasn't in any sort of trouble. And that was a good thing. But certainly she'd called out to Solveiga for some reason, and as the girl stumbled through her words, it became clear what that reason was. It was almost surreal, listening to the girl shyly fumbling for the right words. She was so much like the girl Solveiga used to be. But now she was becoming more confident, making herself into a new and hopefully better woman one step at a time. Maybe this could be one of those steps, helping this girl that reminded her so much of herself. Solveiga smiled and swished her sand colored tail from side to side. "Traveling is always better with company," she said, gesturing with her head for the two of them to continue on together.

"I'm ready whenever you are," she said with a smile. "My name is Solveiga, by the way. What might I call you?"