Riedon Atlasswood? The name carried no meaning whatsoever to Rowena when she heard it. If anything, confusion followed his introduction, based on the confidence he displayed when announcing his name. Remembering his offer for her to have more, she took another, larger piece of venison and took to devouring it immediately. "Riedon…" She murmured his first name curiously, noticing it was quite unique, but unable to to place where it might have originated from. "I'm Rowena. Rowena Winter." She nodded slightly in a semi-formal greeting, not forgetting her upbringing and manners.<br/><br/>She fell into silence much the same as Riedon did, eating her fill of food until she could eat no more. She began fidgeting when Riedon mentioned chasing something that didn't stay on the beaten path. What could he be after? She wondered if it had anything to do with the same thing as her, but that made little or no sense at all. She hesitated to answer his curious questions about her own motives for being out there. Apparently, it was hard for her to hide her nobility. Something about her always seemed defined. Maybe it was the way she held herself. She wondered if she would ever grow out of that, or if her upbringing would always stick with her.<br/><br/>Silently, the woman shook her head to his offer to leave. Right now, company was something she was okay with. She was too curious about him to send him away, anyway, considering she still didn't know what brought<i>him</i>all the way out here. He seemed to make himself at home there. It wasn't just the camp, though. He seemed at home in the wilderness, like he'd spent a lot of time there. Then, he took out his map. What was he? A calligrapher? Rowena tried not to be rudely nosey, but she inched closer to get a glimpse at what he was doing. Her eyes caught the familiar writing and the drawing of a tree, which mimicked the one she had seen. For a moment, it felt like time stopped while she stared at those symbols. It couldn't be!<br/><br/>"Hey!" Caution was thrown to the wind and in an instant, she was at the strange man's side with her own journal clutched tightly in her hands. She gestured to the map and looked up at his face with apprehensive excitement. "I've seen this. This tree… I've been trying to understand it." She paused, only considering for half a moment before she turned her body toward his. "My mother was a Fae. I've been trying to find out more about them. You… wouldn't happen to know anything about this, would you?" She had to face it; obviously he was no ordinary man, but he didn't have the look of a Fae either. She reasoned that whatever he was, or whoever he was, he could very well have answers she would spend a lifetime trying to find elsewhere.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="294" data-username="@Annukai" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/294/">@Annukai</a>