Something something first impressions

At the edges of the avian estuary, the marsh landscape morphed into a dense, woodland forest.  And somehow, after filling her belly with a goose she’d hunted, she ended up right at the entrance of it. Chimera had mentioned this place to her - along with the island he called his family’s ‘stronghold’, as part of his kingdom. Oh, and of course, the estuary where he’d found her ‘trespassing’.

Tsk. These damn kings who thought they are entitled to thrones- it irked the hell out of her, because she technically belonged to him now. Like a fucking toy. And that left a nasty, bitter taste in her mouth. Someday, she would grow strong enough to beat the pervert in a battle, win her freedom back, and go out to explore the rest of the world as a free girl. But hey, for now, she might as well piss all over his ravines, marshlands, and that island.

After navigating through the grassy, wooded landscape, Nimue emerged from the treeline where the forest transitioned into the coast side. The intensity of the midday sun made her eyes squint, given it was amplified against the surface of the ocean. So it took a few moments for her sight to adjust- and for her to notice the huge guy sauntering along the shore. Reflexively her pelt bristled, ears flattening out to the sides as she hung back in the shadows to watch him. Wanting to observe his meandering, to decide if she was going to approach him or not. He seemed roughly around her age, or maybe a bit older- and his pelt was… different in comparison to the monochrome palettes she’d seen from Chimera and his snot-nosed kids. Extending her neck out she sniffed the salty air and yep, he smelt like Ashen. So if he wasn’t one of Chimera’s kids, who was he?

Assessing him, evaluating the data, and contemplating if she should approach him. Nimue concludes that hey, why not go and stir up some trouble? And so, she emerges from the shadows of the forest, walking directly up to the boy who was a freaking giant compared to her. At first, she said nothing- only attempted to approach him from behind, before slinking up beside him, matching his pace until he noticed her and then attempting to pivot out in front of him - to cut him off. Staring up at him, her eyes narrow slightly- studying him further, forming assumptions in her head, and lingering uncomfortably close in his personal space. “Who the hell are you?” She finally says, tilting her head slightly- the expression on her face contemplative and curious, but also guarded.

”Speech”