Tala considered his words for a second, and then gave a small shrug. ”I suppose I didn’t expect it to be smooth sailing.” Her clan had always been welcoming to travelers they met, but still with cold caution. Weariness of outsiders was to be expected, and after all… She wasn’t here for the people. She’d be perfectly happy traipsing about in the world on her own, until she either found something new, or died trying.
She gave a warm, wide smile in response, even though they were more or less discussing the possibility of her death. ”Hopefully!” She said with a definitive nod.
”Agriculture! That’s wonderful. We hardly grew anything at home because of the frost, and what was grown did so more on its own than through intentional agriculture. And you’re going to grow here? What withstands the weather?” She asked, briefly glancing at the book in her hands as she considered opening it to flip through and see if anything that grew in the cold was listed, but it would take long enough to search for something so specific when it was easier just to ask.
Tala
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