Geneva's lime green eyes did not miss much. She was very dependent upon her vision, as it provided her with the most information. The russet colored stranger seemed uneasy, although she did not seem uncomfortable exactly. And there was something about her manner that suggested that she was tired. It was something that Geneva recognized instantly. She remembered feeling the very same way, worn around the edges and ragged about the spirit.
It had nothing and everything to do with energy and one's outlook. Geneva was a curious spirit, but she was also not a wanderer at heart. She longed to have a home, somewhere to rest and someone to rest with. She could live her life alone, but it was infinitely more meaningful when there was someone else involved. She was no longer afraid to depend upon someone, or to be depended upon.
The russet colored stranger took measured steps back, as if distancing herself from the thought that the lands that she rested upon could belong to someone other than herself. "I am Geneva," she said simply, raising a brow, but her tone remained calm as she continued to assess the situation and woman before her. "Yes, this is my land," she answered, but she spoke again. "But it also belongs to others. We share it. Are you looking for a place to stay?"