The lady listened to his words with interest. When she had first found her way home to Beqanna the forest and the river had been her shelters, where she hid while she learned the lay of the land as best she could from those who bothered to speak with her. Finding her way to Tephra had been purely a chance meeting with a member of that herd. She now tried to recall what she had heard of Sylva - a rather large area that was in somewhat perpetual autumn. Autumn colours did not do well with her pink tresses; but that was a paltry reason to consider a herd not worth her time. She rolled the idea over in her head - interpreting his mention of Sylva and then of possibly having a better deal than just heading north for food as being connected.
Ivar was an interesting name, not one she had heard in her travels, but that was not surprising, considering his apparent age - which she could only place in the general area of young. He was too large a specimen to easily gauge. His scaling made it difficult to determine his general health, she could not detect any patchiness, she assumed shining scales must be the equivalent of a full, healthy coat.
"Perhaps we can talk more about this place you come from?" The fae said as she gave up her digging and began to move northward, a movement of her elegantly made head indicated she wished him to accompany her - just in case her question hadn't been enough of an invitation. "What brings you to this neck of the woods, so deep in the winter?" Her tone was pleasant, though the question was just to keep the silence at bay. Imke did not care for silence when she had company. She did not really care for silence at all. When alone could be heard humming or even talking to herself, though she had not been doing so when Ivar approached - for which she was thankful. Sometimes others did not take kindly to those who spoke to themselves, thinking them deranged.
Imke
Carved from marble, smoother than the storm