[indent][b][color=brown][i]"Yes"[/i][/color][/b][/indent] After a moment of still silence the meditating man eventually replied. His deep, firm voice soft and rustic...

Yet he didn't move, didn't raise his head or acknowledge her presence, he simply replied.

Silenced followed, for another quiet moment that was all that was said. 
The defiant wind-flow soon slowed and eventually died down.
Then the younger man with tattooed markings on his face stirred from his position sprawled out on the floor. His wide eyes roll from the sky to the newcomer, suddenly he sat upright, looking at the girl he spoke with a gentle smile.

[color=lightblue][i]"Brunhilde, that's an interesting name. What brings you here?"[/i][/color]

[color=lightblue][i]"Avy"[/i][/color] he says reaching out his hand in casual greeting. [color=lightblue][i]"And just how old are you?"[/i][/color] he adds in with curiosity.

[@Azereiah]