#asksaraia

The woods are different here, from her home in the north. To an ignorant outsider, both forests would hold no difference with each other. But to someone like Mansi, someone who has been raised with the trees and the wild, can instantly differentiate her woods from these woods. They look different, smell different, even feel different...

That did not prevent Mansi from being able to make her way around the forest. Same difference, she thinks to herself as she picks out familiar plants and landmarks, and gathers supplies for the night. For a moment, she stands quietly, at ease within the woods. Soyala, her deerling, grazes at her feet; Hok'ee the drifblim and Etchemin the lapras had stayed behind at her camp. The woods here are peaceful, she thinks, and she closes her eyes--

"Hey!"

Mansi opens an eye in annoyance. City folk? she mouths to herself warily. Soyala immediately jumps to attention, bristling.

Out of the brush stumbles a tall young woman, armed and dressed in clothes unfamiliar and strange to Mansi. A deino drags itself after her, clearly unwilling to move in the first place.

"You over there! Mind givin' a poor lost warrior some directions?" the woman calls. "Name's Saraia, in case ya were wonderin'."

Mansi raises an eyebrow. City folk, indeed. But if she is a warrior... that means she is an ally. Mansi sighs.

"Directions? To where...?" she replies, straightforward as always. But even though this Saraia may be an ally, Mansi is still hesitant to give her name.

Morgan fluffs up and purrs at the compliment, and rubs his head against the other woman's hand, eager for some attention. 

"Either Sir or Sir William." He smiled as Marcus piped up now.