[It's an entirely lucky(?) coincidence that Jane is out near the forest that morning. She spends a good deal of time out there these days, either drawing or painting or making notes for her latest studies, and she tends to find herself alone almost every time. The solitude is something she had grown used to, so when she's walking and she hears the murmur of someone speaking she immediately stops in her tracks.
Though it isn't unusual for her to hear the occasional whisper of fae while she's exploring, that... did not quite sound like a fae.]
... Hello? [She calls out carefully, shifting her bag around to put it in a better position for if she has to run.] Who's there?
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Though it isn't unusual for her to hear the occasional whisper of fae while she's exploring, that... did not quite sound like a fae.]
... Hello? [She calls out carefully, shifting her bag around to put it in a better position for if she has to run.] Who's there?