Urna looked at the flowers, now scattered around the finned creature. "Uh, no." Up close now, with the urgency of intercepting the stranger gone, she started to realize how the situation looked.
On reflection, she had, perhaps...come on a little strong.
Flowery Fields bordered Verdantis' territory, sure, but it wasn't her responsibility to guard it from others looking to share in its bounty. The intrusion by Duskorna still had her keyed up. Urna suppressed the urge to put herself between Delta and the water, and instead self-consciously brushed crushed blooms from the side of her shaggy neck. "I am Urna, of Verdantis," she offered. "Muddy River is my home." She nodded in the direction, though her eyes lingered on the shining line of the river's route. Which way was Delta planning to head? (From which way did he come?)
She could just ask. "You're not from around here." Close enough.
On reflection, she had, perhaps...come on a little strong.
Flowery Fields bordered Verdantis' territory, sure, but it wasn't her responsibility to guard it from others looking to share in its bounty. The intrusion by Duskorna still had her keyed up. Urna suppressed the urge to put herself between Delta and the water, and instead self-consciously brushed crushed blooms from the side of her shaggy neck. "I am Urna, of Verdantis," she offered. "Muddy River is my home." She nodded in the direction, though her eyes lingered on the shining line of the river's route. Which way was Delta planning to head? (From which way did he come?)
She could just ask. "You're not from around here." Close enough.