Fleur de Lys

Cendrillion watched the male carefully, idly nodding as he spoke of the desert, her pelt wasn't the darkest but it was quite thick, her father's northern bred genes hadn't helped her much in that regard right now. It seemed this stranger for his darker pelt seemed much more prepared than she was, filling a container she'd never seen before with the water and she couldn't help but wonder what had led him to have this, and why was he so outfitted, did he live in this sea of sand? He introduced himself before plunging his head into the water. The young woman watched him with curiosity for a moment, waiting for him to finish shaking the water from his head before she spoke.

"I'm Cendrillion." She managed softly. "Are you familiar with this area?" Gods she was very lost.


"Speech!"

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