The wild woman’s tough tone did not find offence in Ewelina’s ears.
For the young Archduchess, Vinka’s attitude was similar to any she had interacted with in her spouse’s treacherous domains. Nonetheless, in the eyes of the savages below the boulder she had lived in until this day, the curiosity and precaution her husband carried whenever he wished to learn something could be found in their colourful eyes.
Keeping the chuckle to herself as the one she was bonded with came to mind at the sight of the wild woman, Ewelina immediately responded to Vinka’s question, softening the harshness she was trying to impose in her naturally gentle visage.
“The name is Ewelina.”
“... An outsider’s name.”
“That is the truth… I come from above that boulder, further to the north… the name of those lands is Arbeumore.”