Got The Feeling I've Been Talking to A Dead, Dead Line

Eyrún wasn't really one to stop and dwell on the natural beauty of the world, even if she knew it to be so. Her gods were powerful and thus the world they had created was one full of beauty, but she was more concerned with duty rather than leisure. Well.. at least most of the time. The stranger that suddenly caught her off-guard was quite handsome, and for a moment her captured her attention fully - a bright spot of warmth traversing the otherwise frigid mountain pass.

His charming words earned a laugh from her. Eyrún wasn't a woman easily swayed by the words of others - she didn't need nor desire their approval - but she was vain enough to enjoy a little attention nonetheless. "Sól would never allow such a thing. The sun must endure," she joked back lightly, gladly taking a few strides towards him. A tiny bit of warmth from being within reach of him sounded quite pleasant anyway. "Who do I have the pleasure of meeting, hm?" Eyrún tilted her head and raised a brow as she studied him a bit closer, deciding that he was quite beautiful himself, definitely gifted by the gods in that department.