Killashandra stood there at the door, debating internally whether to push forward or to turn and abandon this side trek that she had taken into the forest. She truly had no where else to go and nothing to attend to so it mattered not if she pressed forward or turned away. She had called out several times and though her voice was perpetually soft, it had run true through the structure. There was no reason that if someone was there not to respond at this point unless they chose not to. Did she want to press one that did not wish to be found? In her mind, the answer was a resounding no for she had many a days in her life not wished to be found by certain people and yet the persisted. Perhaps it was time for her to give a favor to one that she wished had been bestowed on herself.  

	The unique creature stood there for a moment long and then began to turn to leave only being halted in her movement by the sound of a gentle creak of iron and wood as it echoed through the temple. Stopping in her tracks she held her torch up and watched the door as it slowly opened; a thin brow rising beneath the silver and lilac bangs that fell over a pale visage. She held her head high, a slight rise to her chin as her eyes turned downward to look over the form that was standing in the door way, now clear to be seen. 

	"Greetings," Killashandra spoke in a wispy voice thick with an unknown yet exotic accent. She said nothing more as her eyes moved down ever so slowly and then back up the form of the one that stood before her, taking in the sight. She had never experienced once such as this before but she had read tales of such and even though she had never accounted such fairy tales as truth she had not put them out of the realm of possibility. It seemed that most tales were spun with a web of truth that tied the them together.

	"You would be?" Killashandra finally asked after a very long moment of silence. Though she was asking what the persons name was and not what she was, it could have been taken as either or both due to her inflection of intonation and the way she held herself. Upon reflection of what she had said and how it could have come off she tilted her head to the side. "Perhaps I should clarify and use some manners. I am Killashandra. What is your name?"