buttermilk lilacs

There was a voice beside her suddenly, a figure having materialized from the landscape around her like a ghost. Steel flecked a pelt of stone, and an ebony mask guarded an impassive face. Liquid mercury pools looked out from atop angular onyx cheekbones, startlingly bright and reflective against the darkness of her face. It took a moment for the sun kissed damsel to register the speech that escaped the inky lips of the strange woman, but her brain kick started once more after the quick shock of the femme's appearance. "I'm just seeing the sights, and wanted to see if volcanoes were like the ones in my father's stories." Her gentle, thickly accented melodies would explain with a small smile that could be almost sheepish. She felt like a child suddenly, but that was kind of okay, everyone needed a little bit of time every now and again to be a child once more. Even if just for a moment.

Her gaze had drifted back to the pool of sanguine tinted magma as she spoke, but it returned to the features of the strange woman slowly. Her smile became a little brighter, and her gold dipped banner gave a little flick at her hocks. "If it's not too bold of me to ask, what are you doing here?" She asked with a chuckle, British lyrics tumbling from her maw with the same polite vigor as always. The gunmetal pelt and steel optics of this wolfess seemed at home here, in this dangerous place. The angular build and hard demeanor matched the craggy slopes that led down to the base of the volcano. The petite she wolf was tempted to inquire as to whether or not this stranger lived here, but the scents of somewhere else clung too strongly to the dame's pelt. She had a home somewhere else, that was clear. But where?

Part of her brain wanted her to take a step back from the fae who had visible cords of steel muscle roped about her frame- the hardened expression making a small bit of the dainty English lass want to seek a defensive stature. However, she was not one to fear others, she saw only the good in those she met. It was a gift, and she rather liked it. Pessimism would ruin her adventure. "If I may add, my name is Alice Buxton." She suddenly murmured, realizing she had forgotten to mention that somewhere in their short interaction. Well, no time like the present. "May I ask yours?" Came her next inquiry, quiet and curious. Twilight pools glittered, the heat haze forcing her to blink more often than usual. No matter, it was the fact that she was here that counted. Gold shrouded audits drew forward in the slightest, wondering what exotic titles such a strong looking woman could possess.