Tala let a tiny shrug and an expression that seemed to say “so be it” answer the man. It was not in her culture to fear death. Sure, that didn’t entirely stop her from being afraid to die, but she figured she was considerably less worried about it than people who weren’t taught from an early age that it was normal as could be. ”It’s extremely rare to make it to adulthood where I’m from, so it’s not something we learn to fear. I’m mostly okay with dying.” She said simply, figuring that was all that needed to be said. In her clan, most people died in childhood. Some lived to adulthood, and even fewer made it to be elders. While dozens of babies might be born every year, her clan always fluctuated somewhere between 40 to 80 people.
”Loreseekers.” She repeated with an interested nod. That sounded up her alley, perhaps that was just what she needed. ”My plan was to find a library and do as much research as I possibly could before I went traipsing about in the wilds. I don’t suppose there’s one of those around here?” She asked.
Tala
there's a world that was meant for us to see
