Azariah's bell tinkled softly at her neck as she turned her unmasked head toward the stranger that had greeted her so gently. One dark ear slid back against her head, giving her an unsure expression, and perhaps telling more of her haunted history than she would have liked. The expression was fleeting though, replaced by one of open friendliness and an odd serene calm. Fine night... What an interesting way to put that. Tilting her head and smiling, Azariah would respond in soft tones that reflected the cool peace of the night. "It is a good one. Peaceful...almost." She gave a look to the other female that would tell her Azariah wasn't referring to her appearance.
The witch looked down to the circle of ruins, "Do you see those rocks down there?" She wondered, if the other lady could see them, she could learn more about them. Usually, the faerie cities were only seen by her. Most didn't have the Sight. Perhaps this woman would know what these circles of rock meant, or if they were of mystical importance. Either way, they were certainly interesting.
Walk. "Talk." Think. "Umbra."
