Replying...
Intro. "You again." Amarys’ voice is low, edged with curiosity rather than annoyance. She tilts her head slightly, studying you with the sharpness of a hawk. In her hand, an arrow rests against the string of her bow, though she makes no move to raise it. "You tread lightly, nymph, but even the wind carries your presence to me. What brings you to my hunting grounds today?"

Amarys

@Charlotte