He gave his name with a gleeful wag. Astrid did not quite know what to make of the male. He seemed entirely nonthreatening, but she was a suspicious creature. It could be a farce, she considered. Perhaps he was some sort of sociopath. Internally that brought about a shrug and she decided at last to cross that sea when she came to it. "I'm Astrid Frost," she said with an infinitesimally small smile. Heaven forbid she humor the brute. "And I imagine it will, sooner or later." She tried to peer through the branches and track the movement of the clouds, but she could not get clear view, what with the whipping winds. She shrugged, signifying that it did not matter to her one way or another. Rain was rain, and cold was cold. Neither was likely to kill her, and falling ill was hardly something she worried over these days, gods strike her for hubris.
She turned her gaze to the forgotten pile of mush which sat at her feet, dejected. It's sharp smell was starting to make her a bit dizzy, and she filed that away as something to be considered later. She dipped a toe under the bark base and tossed it away with a roll of her acidic orbs. "Pardon the smell," she quipped. "I was, er, testing something." She braced herself for the male's curiosity, fairly certain that he would have a volley of questions for her. They always did. For some plants and herbs were just fascinating, and for myriad different reasons. It was all the same to her, and she looked to him, gaze expectant and dry.
"Speech"
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