Stigga turned her eyes toward the woman who spoke first.  Those blue eyes flickering under the overhead illumination.  Like ice the light seemed to both sink into and across their surface.  What lay beneath was anyone’s guess and that guess only grew cloudier as she approached.  Tanned flesh twitched at her jaw while she worked the muscle there, the corner of her lip drawing in when she deemed herself close enough.  That distance was close enough for the good sister to smell the feral woman, take in that earthly scent.  Of course this also would explain why the woman gave a sharp sniff at the sister before responding.<br/><br/>“At the temple I was called Stigga.  This works for you then?”  The accent was thick and her voice a husky whisper as if she were destined to keep secrets.<br/>