"Generosity." She said the name flatly and with a hint of disbelief - but reigned it in, biting her tongue with a shake of her sleek dark head. "That's... a nice name." She wondered where this girl had come from, named after such a virtue. She had bent to collect her sticks, gathering each one in the crook of her pudgy arm.
Her large ears fanned as she thoughtfully gaze upon Generosity, "I am Etoile."
She rolled her eyes, "Hold on, let me help you-" Without waiting Etoile spurred herself to shift, revelling in the heat that flowed through her as she rose from two legs to four. Her bones snapped and cracked like kindling, her hair falling in long dark curls along her shoulders. Everything bounced into place as she adjusted her pendant so that it hung just so against her collar bone.
"Hmph," She grit her teeth, "Anyone ever tell you your name is contagious?"
The Mercenary brushed her hands against her naked hips and crouched to pull the loose sticks toward her. Here, naked beneath the broken moon the crescents of scars along her arms glittered like frost.
Her lips twitched, "Where's your camp? You travel alone?"