Siren did not hesitate to dismount her steed, and she stood before this man with the reigns in her hand proudly.
"I know nothing of sleep," She hissed, melancholy filling her otherwise serene voice, "You are not one who roams this forest day and night, you are not one who searches eternally for deliverance to the Master of the Skies."
Glowing orange eyes stared at the man through a haze of tangled red hair, curled and bleeding color into the ever-present night on a being who stood easily above 6', seemingly female and beautiful at that.
"Do not tell me of such whims, the elder of this village knows who I am. She knows what I do, and how you all depend on me for your survival. How dare you approach me."
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