Way Down South

The woman who had appeared in her view was much taller than Corbie, dwarfing her in comparison, but Corbie looked up to her with a quiet confidence. "Good afternoon," she said automatically in return, then cocked her head curiously at the other woman's accent. "You are not from here, are you?" Perhaps an obvious statement, given the accent."My name is Corbie. How do you do?" she added politely. The other woman seemed completely at home in the chill air. Corbie was warm enough in her fur, but the stranger seemed to own it, like it was a balmy summer day. Corbie shifted her weight, turning further toward the woman so she didn't seem impatient to be gone. She was in no hurry, and found herself intensely curious about the woman who had appeared so suddenly.