(412) Yesssssssss <3 I was going to have the trader lady who pestered Draugr earlier show up later and cause trouble or something, if that's okay? O:
Draugr is by Wander!
Draugr was not afraid of the night -- in the early months of Salsola, this was the only time her mother permitted her any sort of freedoms. As a child, she had played through the silver moonlight and beneath the vast black of the night's sky, the stars as her companions. Dra still did not understand why her mother had been quite so protective -- the world wasn't such an awful thing. Though she'd seen war already and her life wasn't yet a year gone, the drab wolf-dog had more positive experience with the outside world and strangers, those she'd been warned so sternly against. For every wolf that had attacked Salsola, there were others Dra met who were kind and helpful -- if not perfectly neutral, neither friend nor foe.
She was thinking she might take Dyrne down to AniWaya on her lonesome when she felt ... something. Dra was drawn from her thoughts, confused a moment -- the night air was still and without a breeze even on this sharp coastline, and yet it felt as though one had just brushed her fur. She was busily puzzling over this when a voice, soft and half-muttered, joined the forest noises of chirping birds and rustling insects. She turned quickly, pale purple eyes searching frantically for the source of the voice. It wasn't until the woman spoke again Draugr saw her -- or, rather, saw her eyes. The rest of her was invisible, swallowed up by the looming shadows of the trees. Only two gleam of fire-gold in the black told Dra where the stranger stood.
Her ears, half-mast with apprehension already, pressed fully into the coal of her hair. Mama Siv knows where I am, she said, not knowing if this was true. Dra couldn't remember if she'd told anyone about her plans to depart, and the thought that no one knew where she was, her distance from home -- well, without her axe strapped on her back, this was a more disturbing thought than it had been. The drab wolf-dog took a small step forward and hesitated, ears swept forward. She thought she knew what to say. I like the night, it brings the dark -- you're hiding in it, see? She still couldn't see more than a gleam of golden eyes and the faint play of moonlight on the woman's fur, only a sparse flash of silver where the moon touched her.
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