All that could been seen of the resting Brynhildr were the tips of her ears, the top of her skull, and her bright eyes. The stone was riddled with pockmarks and depressions of all sizes, and she had happened upon one earlier in the day that suited her quite well. When she set her mind too it she could rest comfortably below the horizon line, but now that this intruder had appeared... well, best to keep an eye out, right? So she lay there half curled, lids half closed in a mixture of irritation and curiosity. She wanted the woman to leave, she wanted to sleep... But gods above this stranger was huge. It couldn't be helped if Bryn's eyes refused to peel away. The golden tips of her ears twitched, and she considered how long she might stay there and remain undetected. She was about to slowly sink back into hiding when the woman's nose twitched, when she stiffened. Bryn had crept along after enough unwitting parties to know when the gig was up. Had the wind shifted? It was hard to tell from her position, but she sighed all the same. Her shake started in the shoulders, brushing the dust and sand from her pelt as she stood. "Right, hello there," she would say casually, as if she had not seemingly risen up from the earth itself. Really though, this landscape was fascinating. She had spent the better part of that morning exploring, definitely not being lost in, one of the sandstone warrens where the rains had hollowed out, creating and entirely new world below the surface. She should have known the land would draw others as well.
"Speech"
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