Tala was surprised by the semblance of what seemed to be genuine emotion on the man’s face. ”Oh… She and I may have gotten along” She said softly, at a loss for how she could respond beyond this. She didn’t push it this time, she could tell that it was too raw of a subject and she was in no way equipped to navigate the minefield that was a stranger’s emotions. Were he a member of her clan, maybe she could figure it out, but this was too far out of her wheelhouse and it was plain enough that she’d only make it worse.
She mirrored him in taking the drink in front of her, deciding it was as good as anything to break the tense moment. She almost wanted to ask to hear more of this Weaver, but refrained from that spark of curiosity. Even she could tell when curiosity was unwelcomed. It was better to let the conversation move along, she decided, and only make him speak of what he wanted to about his sister.
”Shapeshifter?” She asked with some surprise, giving an impressed little nod. ”I didn’t know there was such a thing. That’s okay, knowing the general region is a good enough start. The closer I get, the more people ought to know where to point me to.” It seemed a reasonable plan to her, at least. Until then, she’d gather all of the information that she could from Snowcloak.
She blinked in surprise, completely having missed that they hadn’t exchanged names. She was really going to have to get better at this ‘meeting new people’ thing… it had never even occurred to her to ask. ”Tala. Yours?”
Tala
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