Amethyst
Timidly, you approach the fire, pebbles crunching under your bare feet. "Ummm... hi?" you ask, your voice wavering uncertainly.
The person turns to face you, the light falling across his face and revealing him to be a boy of about fifteen or so, with inscrutable hazel eyes, dark brown hair and tanned skin. "You're awake, I see," he states, his voice slightly dusky, with a strange accent that you can't quite place, but overall not an unpleasant sound. His face gives you no clue as to what to do next, so you sit down on a rock by the fire. "I'm Miria," you offer, your usual shyness taking over. You can feel yourself blush as he scrutinizes you curiously, and remember with embarrassment that you're in your pajamas still-- a loose tee and a too-large pair of soft summery black pants from your grandma.
"My name is Hyri," he says at last, turning away to spit chunks of meat on a wooden skewer. "I'm a wanderer of Berek, and I found you lying unconscious on the forest floor two days ago. A wild cat was going to make breakfast of you," he adds nonchalantly, breaking into a grin at the look on your face. "So where exactly did you come from, and what were you doing here? Most people won't venture anywhere near these woods, you know."
The person turns to face you, the light falling across his face and revealing him to be a boy of about fifteen or so, with inscrutable hazel eyes, dark brown hair and tanned skin. "You're awake, I see," he states, his voice slightly dusky, with a strange accent that you can't quite place, but overall not an unpleasant sound. His face gives you no clue as to what to do next, so you sit down on a rock by the fire. "I'm Miria," you offer, your usual shyness taking over. You can feel yourself blush as he scrutinizes you curiously, and remember with embarrassment that you're in your pajamas still-- a loose tee and a too-large pair of soft summery black pants from your grandma.
"My name is Hyri," he says at last, turning away to spit chunks of meat on a wooden skewer. "I'm a wanderer of Berek, and I found you lying unconscious on the forest floor two days ago. A wild cat was going to make breakfast of you," he adds nonchalantly, breaking into a grin at the look on your face. "So where exactly did you come from, and what were you doing here? Most people won't venture anywhere near these woods, you know."