Munna was soon approached by a male at the border, standing over her small, lithe frame, who introduced himself. ”Welcome to the borders of Sindri. I am Castiel, the heir of the pack. What can I do for you?” She could detect hesitation, perhaps even disdain on his voice. Why was she so in tune with others emotional states, and when did that ability start? Munna bowed at the heir, speaking softly. ”It is nice to meet you, Prince Castiel. My name is Munna. I don’t remember my past, aside from some knowledge about herbs and healing remedies. I was looking for a place to call home, and was brought here because of some of the niche flora surrounding your borders.” Her soft pink eyes looked back up at the young lad, awaiting his response. Munna refrained from sitting, but her reasoning was not combative, no. She was curious. What had irked him about her? With no filter, the words came out soft, potentially interrupting the male. ”…why are you teeming with disdain?” Her head cocked to the side, more curious about that rather than the answer on whether or not she would be invited to be a member of Sindri.

Actions and thoughts/others and "Words."