@buttoneyes-needleteeth || continued.
“O-oh!” The ragdoll looked to the source of the greeting voice. The young lady had startled her, causing Zircon to drop her bag. Glancing between her bag and the stranger, she reassured them that this place was not her’s.
“I was actually about to pardon myself, thinking it was your’s. I merely come here to scavenge any lost items. “ She sorted her bag, and hesitantly walked closer.
“ My name is Zircon, friend. “ she bowed slightly, and looked back to the stranger. “And your’s?”
The reaper paused as the stranger dropped her bag, recognizing the voice as more feminine when she spoke again, and few moments later witnessing the owner of said voice. A ragdoll? That was unexpected, in a civilization such as this. “I apologize, I didn’t mean to startle you. No need to worry, I only come here for a temporary shelter, a bit of quietude is all.”
She returned the gesture, inclining her head to her slight bow. “Usually people refer to me as Death, but if you’d rather, please, call me Mortia. It’s a pleasure meeting you, Ms. Zircon.” A bit of pause, then the question, “If you’d pardon my blatant asking, do you dwell among humans in the vicinity?”
