Another one

Vanta watched Rhazien detach from the lifeless bear, his figure coated in the remnants of their brutal struggle. His casual appearance, despite the visceral scene, somehow didn't surprise her. It was in line with the fearless, almost reckless demeanor he had displayed. As Rhazien turned his full attention to her, Vanta felt a different kind of scrutiny. It wasn’t the calculating gaze of a fellow warrior assessing her strength, but something more personal, more probing. Her crystal-like markings seemed to pique his curiosity, and she couldn’t help but notice the puzzled expression and the slight furrow of his brow. It made her self-conscious in a way she wasn’t used to.

Rhazien’s approach was confident, his deep baritone voice smooth and oddly comforting in the aftermath of the chaos. Vanta found herself momentarily caught off guard by his directness and the boldness of his compliment.

Her initial instinct was to retreat into her shell, to respond with a snarl or to rush through a shy goodbye. But something about the stranger - his raw, unapologetic nature and the way he carried himself - made her pause. "Vanta." She stood her ground, her crystalline eyes locked with his.

"And you are?" She found herself strangely intrigued by this stranger who fought as fiercely as he smiled.

"Speech"