The Firekeeper

As soon as Ellara was ready, Syanna had gathered up her basket of freshly picked herbs and led the way down the hills from the God's Garden back toward the western plains. Descending down from the thicket of foliage and trees, the sweeping fields of the Hallows could be seen for miles, and in the distance Hearthstone stood proud and strong against the picturesque background of the vast western sea. Bathed in sunlight, practically aglow from the lingering dampness on the stones from the autumnal rains the continent had been having. It almost looked like something out of a fairytale.

"You'll like Artorias," Syanna assured Ellara with a friendly smile around the basket handle clutched in her teeth as the two ladies approached the borders. "He's a real down to earth guy. Super friendly, always tries to see the best in everyone. Just be yourself and be honest with him and you'll do fine." Syanna knew that meeting an alpha could sometimes be a daunting task, so she was trying to hype Ellara up with a little pep talk. As they reached the edge of Hallows lands, Syanna stopped and waited, gesturing for Ella to make the call as the newcomer. She would be here to see to it that Artorias greeted the femme, then she'd let them talk while she continued her work.

"Syanna Alluráin"