She had dark curls and open knowing eyes, and Marian felt herself relax somewhat that it was a woman.
Not truly a woman, of course. She was instead something like Marian but... no, not quite like Marian. There was a sense of something else about this one as she approached, and the word came to Marian's thoughts unbidden: goddess. There was something different to Marian about the feel that came from someone immortalized through stories and someone made immortal by worship. She could never put her finger on it, but she felt it now with this brunette.
Marian slowly slipped her knife back into her belt, although was tensed ready to go for it again.
One thing was very clear to Marian: this goddess was a hunter. She moved like a hunter, and Marian had felt no sign of her until now but knew, most certainly, that the goddess had been following.
"Greetings," Marian said. "I hope I haven't intruded on your wood." Gods could be territorial things, after all.