[center][color=335566][h2]Анна[/h2][/color]

Anya instantly didn't like the woman, but neither did she have any sense for the melody in the air. Maybe it was the loud sound of her heels or the way she dressed, or something unnerving about her that made Anya sense danger from the instant the woman had appeared. In fact, she was so unhappy with the woman she uttered a low defensive growl, completely gutter and it was unclear how the fragile looking girl could produce such a sound. Much less of one of any dog even, it was the growl of the aggressive creatures she had been hanging around with last. Wrapping her self further into her fur coat at the woman's staring. 

 Of course she was still a shy girl in nature. Would rather dart from the scene, but her legs refused to move her from the stool. Refused to let her be prey much longer. Another part having worn onto her from the large beasts, they always stood their ground. 

[color=335566]" I woke up here."[/color] she said in quite the same tone as her growl had admitted.
 She looked down into the chalic and wished she had gotten another glass of the cider, craving the liquids sweet taste. The young woman held little in the way of tolerance to the substance's alcohol content, but it was the first true drink she had had in years. Surviving purely from the meat and blood of animals killed by the large creatures in the vast plains had made her crave a difference. 
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