The silver moved, and he spoke. His voice was a deep, fitting for his figure. It radiated through the thick trees, hitting their trunks with their weight and coming to her ears without elegance. Her eyes blinked as she listened, the name bringing forth a rush of memories. He was there, was he not? The questions were many and Anu quickly calmed them and stifled all her curiosities. Rushing was not something she did, having learned patience through her years. Ravesque, it rang like bells in a tower, the high mountain peak of the Jaded pack breaking through the fog that had once placed the veil over her mind's eyes.
Not a beauty, simply Anu Sheah. She answered. She was silver, but it did not mean she glimmered. Her form was thin, frail even, and the only pleasant feature she had were her eyes. But they would soon be as foggy as her memory.
And she was no longer a Sheah, the sir name had died when she left that pack all those years ago. But it was what she had once been, in the time where these memories were reality. It simply came along with her name, though she had not expected it and it felt odd and misused on her tongue. It wasn't likely to bring him memories, for all the old woman knew she could be confused and she was not about to bring light to that weakness. Anu was not one to boast her power, but instinct told her not to show her ill points.
The another simple request came... Where are you from?
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