Sivlagne, snooping around sneakily in the snowy land, stops as the blade from the man makes contact with her neck. She gently lowers the mans blade and speaks.
"Easy, cowboy. I've come a long way to find you, considering I've had to go miles out of my way. You seem scared... And lost." She smirks. The wind blowing over the cold land blows Sivlagne's hair and dress in a graceful manner, making her look like a lustful icon.
"Easy, cowboy. I've come a long way to find you, considering I've had to go miles out of my way. You seem scared... And lost." She smirks. The wind blowing over the cold land blows Sivlagne's hair and dress in a graceful manner, making her look like a lustful icon.