She heard the forest sing before Daciana even approached. There was a happy chorus, a song of welcome that chirped from around her. It was not toward Kenna, she had been there for about an hour. The conversation with her friends had slowed to the dull, gentle hum and murmur that echoed in the dense woods around her. It had been a wonderful white noise aiding to her creativity. But the way the world around her sang with cheerful greetings the other person would not hear was enough to alert her. When the scent of something herbal tickled her nose, Kenna looked up and a smile crossed her face. Her cheeks were pink, as was her nose, but she was excited.
She liked the older nymph a lot. There were not too many of their kind in the community. She had been raised with nothing but nymphs and witches in California. The odd fae would join, of course, but for the most part if was just the children of nature together. It was an instant kinship she felt toward the other woman. Someone she could look to when she needed someone who understood her. That, and she was also an artist. Kenna loved her studio. It was one of the places she went to often to recharge her batteries. She preened at the compliment, shifting slightly in her spot with the smile growing shy.
“It’s for class,” she replied. Kenna moved the dry rag to her other side in case Daciana wanted to sit with her. “I hope I’m not taking too much of a risk on this medium and focus, but.” She shrugged her shoulder and rubbed her nose with her clothed knuckle. She accepted the thermos and took a small sip and smiled again. “How have you been?”