"Hey there." Though she'd been so focused on taking in the wonder around her, Ebony somehow hadn't realized that she'd been approached. She turned, startled, to face the voice. It was higher, smooth and feminine, and all together too close. She fought the urge to scurry backwards, her dry throat catching as she swallowed.
"O-oh, uhm.. hi." It wasn't much of a greeting. It was apparently enough, however, as the newcomer latched onto it with a pleasant hum.
"Haven't seen you around before. Just in town for the Rite, I take it?" Words failing her again, Ebony nodded in response. "Cool, cool. You can call me Sharra. You?" It took her a moment to find her voice, and it was startlingly small when she did.
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