Haunted Wisp

She wanted to run. The feeling was ridden in her limbs; the furs along her neck rose, the russet woman perched upon a precipice. But she didn't run. She stayed and she waited; blue eyes upon the other. The more the stranger spoke the more Valencia began to soften and she let her muscles relax. The stranger was calm and spoke with ease; and the more she studied her, the more she found a likeness for her. She was like the sky. The night sky, dark as the sea, streaked with silver metals. Her eyes were blue like her own, but deeper, fuller. Her eyes flickered for a moment. Lamb's Ear? She hesitated for a moment, then replied. "It is nice to meet you, too. I am a loner... I, well, I am a loner too..." She thought more every day that she should have gone with her brother; but it didn't feel right. When had they ever got along, anyways? She looked around her. "You don't mean... A lamb's ear?" she asked awkwardly. The idea of a poor lamb's severed ear made her shudder and want to vomit. "I'm sorry, I don't know what that is... Or where." She felt a tad useless standing here. What should she do?