She looked at him with effervescent green eyes that seemed to sear his soul Yet, she didn’t say a word.
He waited, until the silence was almost too much to bear, before asking once more, “Where are you from?”
Her head tilted, her white-blonde hair spilling over her shoulder. He followed her direction and saw that she pointed to the mountains. Not just any mountains, but the ones not even the bounty hunters ventured to. He could not imagine that the slip of a girl before him could have breached the tangled forest and frosted snowcaps on her own. Many a brawn man had tried and failed over the past one hundred years, only to meet their deaths.