SMELLING THE ROSES

The stranger shows no signs of aggressive body language, and idly reclines onto her haunches. The former empress does not remove her gaze from the woman, her pupils adjusting to the darkness as a wave of thicker fog passes around them. The woman speaks, and Fiamette remains silent for a moment instead of responding quickly. This woman definitely isn't who she was hoping would be here, but it was better than no one being here. Maybe she knew why there were so many different scents lingering here, or maybe she was just passing through her former kingdom. “I can take you to the borders.” She offers, knowing the soulless forest is hard to navigate around if you weren't native to the forest. “I know every inch of this forest.” She adds as she takes a daring step forward, aiming to draw close enough to where the stranger can see her face and the upper portion of her body. This woman was beautiful no doubt... So why was she lingering around here all alone?