Ptarah heard the sweet voice and moved her head an inch to see from whom it had come out of. There was a fair haired maiden that was approaching. Perfection in a sundress, the young woman was confident in the color of the sun. She, on the other hand was wearing form fitting yoga wear.
Having a peaceful demeanor, and already having meditated earlier, Ptarah was not angered by the footfalls that might scare off any rabbits nearby. She, unlike others in this area she'd come to find, celebrated the superiority that surrounded. The fae, vampires, weres and everyone else could do things she had only dreamed of.
Unassumingly, Ptarah bowed her head and came to stand with her hands on her thighs. Giving up for the time on catching anything, she gave the young woman her full attention. "Hello," she said with a welcoming smile. And she added more humbly, "And I am praying for another miracle. You see, rabbits are very hard to catch."