Her breaths had become even as she fell into a light doze, simply at peace with her work and surroundings. She could hear more of the wild now that it resided just beyond her doorstep and even within light sleep, she smiled with satisfaction.
With each new breath that filled her lungs, a little more of Nature became familiar to her, a part of her. And though she was speckled by soft soil, the fragrant scent encapsulating her nostrils, the remnant of the grey could not be overcome. And with each breath, it was as though the scent was growing stronger... more noticeable. Her acute sense picked up on the bend and trudge of leaves, but it was not enough to stir her from her rest. If it were an intruder she could just slip deeper into her confine and wait out the threat. No need to be hostile unless provoked. But while the thought kept her in place, she was not to linger there for long.
A voice too familiar, too sound to be conjured by a dream pulled her sharply from her rest. The musk of power invaded her widening nostrils as her eyes grew wide with alarm. She knew that word... she had heard that strange greeting once before. How likely was it that another random soul could utter it? X'yrin felt her heart quicken, her digits trembled with the sudden rush of adrenaline though she was firmly rooted in place on the ground. This wasn't real. She had only just gotten herself to believe the fleeting encounter was nothing more than that. And now he was here...again. The woman was not touched by fear, but the longing that was forcibly buried suddenly burst to the surface; its compelling lure pulling the female from her den.
Darkness was taken as but a glimpse before her sights solely fell upon the depths of frigid blue. They commanded a chill to course down her spine as she pulled herself to stand upon her firm two feet. She could only stare for a moment, unsure whether the image before her was indeed real or some twisted delusion fabricated by her desperate longing. "That word..." she began softly, not yet finding her true, confident voice. "I still do not know what it means. Yet that is twice now you've said it." But was it truly the second time? Or had their first encounter been nothing more than a primal dream?