Wow, an introduction. That *never* happens.

[morvydd]

A young woman walks purposefully up the path, her long skirts teased a little by the wind. As she reaches the shelter of the porch she puts back the hood of her cloak; she is perhaps twenty-two, moderately pretty, with dark hair in a neat braid, and silver at her throat and ears

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[luneta_lioness]

Luneta laughs. "I think that makes you my second cousin. That's right, isn't it?"

[morvydd]

"It may be." Morvydd smooths her skirts neatly, looking at her from under black brows. "What is your name?"

[luneta_lioness]

"Luneta." She clasps her hands behind her back and looks back.

[morvydd]

"I know no Luneta," flatly.