Visiter beyond the wall

Karine wasn't above expressing humility to a stranger. One of her brother's biggest weaknesses had been his inability to admit to anything--that he'd done wrong, that he'd needed help, that he couldn't handle everything the fates threw his way. But the priestess understood that not everybody would give into someone so hard-headed...and rightfully so. It made such wolves seem untrustworthy. She was anything but, and she wished to make that clear before history caught up with her, if it ever did.

Fortunately, the male seemed to take her words to heart, relaxing completely now and even lowering himself to the ground. Karine was almost puzzled by this, but then she realized he probably just didn't want her out of his sight while in such close proximity to claimed land. She couldn't blame him for that. At least he trusted her now, if only a little. Before the pale woman could think to mosey on her way, however--"The pleasure is mine, Drachen," she uttered with obvious relief and a polite nod--he said something that revived her small sense of wonder. He was new to these parts as well, it turned out, which, to her, meant he potentially could've fled from the same place as she.

"So you have," she hummed thoughtfully, brow rising as she took her turn to sit down from her position on the safe side of the border. Karine took her turn at skepticism, tilting her head slightly, though her demeanor and tone remained at ease. "And where did you arrive from...if I may?" If he was as much of a stranger to her as he was letting on, then she needed not worry about a potential threat, only wondered if by chance she wasn't alone in the things she'd seen and managed to escape.

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