Linda
Somehow, Sol found herself visiting Suimbulime more often these days. Perhaps she was starting to develop a sense of belonging to—yeah, nah. It wasn't too far from Vunraurie and her roots did originate in Anushken, so she frequently visited. This time would be no different.

Or at least that had been the plan until the back of a familiar figure entered her peripherals, a sparkle in her eyes as she matched appearance to name.

"Miss Ildilyntra? It's been a while, hasn't it?"

The mellow note of joy was genuine, without a doubt. After all, she was now in a very good mood.
Dorothy
Ildilyntra had begun to frequently visit Suimbulime, and had been planning to take up a residence there to perform a few longer jobs. Of course, some mercenary work put a wrench in those plans, but that would surely work out just fine.

She was on her way to a particular bakery she had come to enjoy, when a fresh and recently familiar voice called out to her. Turning towards it, she gave a nod to the approaching Sol.

"Lady Sol, it has been. Have you been well?"

Her voice was low as usual, but it by no means hinted at her being in a bad mood. Rather, she seemed surprised to see the beastkin.
Linda
"Mhm, it has gone well enough. And may the same be said of you." Her usual calmness lasts but a moment longer before a little giggle slips through. "Just 'Sol' is fine for clergy like me. Beside, 'Lady' is a tad too formal, no?"

She quickly glanced over Ildilyntra's person with much interest, at the same time testing her own deductive skills—as if. There were only so many reasons one might run into another within a city. In fact, she'd be more surprised if she guessed it wrong.

"Though I didn't quite expect you to be living here. Out for a spot of shopping?"