Wilder Mind

Visitors were not always frequent. At least, not at this time in the day - or evening, as it were. Many who came seeking her talents tended to find her outside, waiting patiently for those brave enough to approach an Aberration such as herself. But having closed up shop for the day, she'd made herself a pot of tea, and sat staring at it while the leaves steeped.

Eriar tapped on the table in a rhythm, pausing periodically to watch one of her ravens come mirror the gesture. She smiled at her, Athim had always been the smarter of the pair. A rap at the door, however, drew her attention away from both bird and tea. Shifting her feathered companion to her shoulder, she rose and made her way to the door.

Calling forth a slight gust of wind, she used it to open the door before she reached it. An unknown elf stood at the door looking a little... off-put? She couldn't place it yet, so instead spoke.

No man wise enough to find me would mean me any harm.

Even with her large wings folded up behind her, they were unmistakable. As were the horns upon her head and tail that swayed behind her. In stark contrast to the generally intimidating appearance, however, she wore a warm smile.

I can also assure you, I've had far more embarrassing visits than yours. With a wink, she added: What brings you to me? Stepping back, Eriar gestured for him to enter the humble abode. Enion and Merilin were away, thus making it quite safe for this stranger to stay for a bit.

Gesturing next to the table for him to sit, she went to retrieve an extra teacup to share the freshly brewed pot. All the while, listening to him if he should share his woe.