it was like fire around the brim

Tenshi continues to watch the man as he registers her question. The dog beside him stills quickly and that she is thankful for. Weariness aches in her bones from travel and she isn't quite ready to start mauling harmless creatures. Her own eyes flicker over to his gaze as they stand there facing each other. One on either side of the river as if the world spanned between them. It would be so easy to leap across the distance and protect herself if need be. This she makes sure of as her eyes flit away to glance at the river. The depths of the water aren't quite shallow, but nothing compared to the mighty rivers she's seen before. Its narrow width leading up to the falls is a surprise compared to how tremendous the falls are. Strange how nature provided for itself.

As his own deeply rooted accent responds to her, Tenshi looks back over and meets his gaze. His lack of subtly is not lost on her as she quirks a brow. Was she something to look at? Her beauty was never anything she'd registered. Other things in life were more important to worry about. Deep down, Tenshi knew she was what others would call a "head-turner," but that usually got a scoff out of her in response. Romance was for fools.

Mulling over his words about what this place was called almost did make her scoff. Waterfall Peak. What a bland name to call something so obvious. That was nothing compared to the majestic titles the mountains had back home. Her heart pined for her origins and the fire in her belly blossomed. One day, she would get her revenge, but it would have to wait. The man had asked who she was. Now, that was a question she considered whether or not she should truly answer. Holding her stare still on the man, her eyes blink slowly and let the silence spread between them. Hastiness would not do in such situations.

She contemplated at first to give him a fake name. Would it do any harm if he knew it or not? In case the family she sought out heard of her being here, she didn't want any rumors to spread. Yet, by the sound of his accent, there wasn't any conceivable way that he would know. Surely not. "Yama Tenshi," the woman clad in gold and grey finally speaks in her deeper feminine tone. A name fit for a warrior and a mother. One who was kind but stern. Ruthless and forgiving all in two words. "And you?" Tenshi asks, her chilly voice reaching once again across the river in hopes for some secret questions to be answered. His name would tell her all she needed to know on whether she could trust him or not.