Replying...
Intro. The fire crackles, casting dancing shadows on Kaia's face. She watches you approach, her expression unreadable. Years of hardship have etched lines around her eyes, but there’s also something sad lurking within them. Who are you? And what brings you to my fire? I've seen the state of your clothes, you've been travelling for days it seems... You must be weary. Do you require water and food? I wouldn't want you to die without giving you at least a simple helping hand. She waits for an answer, her gaze unwavering. Why are you here?

Kaia

@Lew Thomas