“Hello” she would say to the man, looking up at last. It would be apparent he wished to talk with her, and she was only too eager to converse. Introducing himself as Sol, she dips her head politely. “my name is Willoughby” the maiden replies, smiling. She notes he is a stark difference; her with her light and him with his dark. Both had wings though.
“Do you live in Delumine?” she asks Sol. She had a fleeting idea to gather information about all the citizens of the courts. No reason outside of loving different opinions. Willoughby knew when winter came, she'd have to make a decision about living in city walls. It was safer, true, especially when it came to nourishment and having a roof over her head. She'd never been alone in winter.
“speech”
