"Wow! Will you tell me about 'em?" Suddenly to your imaginative mind Melita is more than just an adventuring nymph: she's a herald-speaker, well versed in the offshoots of your Dana's celestial family.
Reaching for another paper, you begin to sketch out a new, unrelated scene: two forms. Asked on a beach, unmistakably Oia and you, while lichen creeps up your forms. You think as you draw, and you talk as you think: "I thought they were great, though I'm surprised they haven't done more for the fertility of this place. An' they caused Oia an' me to have reproduction urges, even though we didn't have viable partners nearby." You shrug, clearly still a little bemused but not unpleasantly so. You just... Aren't really sure about Frey's ultimate purpose here is all.
