Svasra slowed with Dragul, peering up at him, her neck beginning to cramp from the height difference. He took a moment to reply, though he finally said, "Why? That is a good question. A simple response would be that I know when to admire a strong soul." A strong soul? Svasra wondered when that was apparent. What did 'strong soul' actually entail though? That it was hardy, durable, inflexible? It could be perceived as an insult, if she tried hard enough, though Svasra searched for no enemy within the formal Dragul.
".. Perhaps it is that confrontations should always be fair, at least as they appear," he continued to say, as though he wasn't even fully sure of the reason. Svasra smiled lightly in mild amusement as his contemplation continued, "However I would like to say that I know when to acknowledge coincidence when they become too many ... we are drawn to people, be it by fate, chance, or the will of the gods. Sometimes you just know. Besides, I like to even the odds, and throw a little chaos into a well forged plan. And you genuinely seemed like you needed the help."
Well then, that was a thorough answer. Svasra nodded slowly, smiling lightly at the man, and opened her mouth to respond. That's when he spoke in an odd language. Not Common, Vani, and any of the bits she might have heard from travelers. It was simple a . . . strange language. And, it seemed he was speaking to no one in particular. She gave him a strange look, and her mouth opened to inquire though the look on his face made her pause. Perhaps this was his secret he was not ready to share? Svasra could relate to that.
The young woman struggled to refrain from demanding answers, her childhood of forced-honesty wanting an explanation. Then again, would she like it if people started inquiring of her small secrets? Or large. Or just aspects of her past she still had trouble fully understanding herself. Svasra's eyes flashed with melody colors, one of the more prominent ones being a flat grey. Eventually, the woman looked away. She closed her mouth and only nodded, looking ahead with a shrug of her shoulders.
"We are already at the Marketplace," Svasra commented idly, looking around herself as people bustled to and fro with the business of the day. Frozen Falls was always busy, and Svasra struggled to listen to both the yells in Common and broken Vani. It was rare these foreign traders were completely fluent. Looking towards Dragul she smiled, her eyes melting in a lighter blue hue than before. "I've just come to look at things and take my mind off of ... the tension between the Holds," she said quietly, moving off to browse wares.
After a few moments, Svasra spoke again, "To answer you question before ... I plan on leaving Avanthal, to see what the rest of the world looks like. I have heard tales, and told tales, and want to listen to new ones." She touched her journal. "I recorded all the ones I know, and hopefully will be able to create a record of legends and myths in the word," she murmured, more to herself than to Dragul. "That is my interest in the lands outside of Avanthal." Looking over to the tall Akalak, she grinned, "I bet you have a wonderful story to tell."
Note: Svasra speaking Vani, Svasra speaking Common.
".. Perhaps it is that confrontations should always be fair, at least as they appear," he continued to say, as though he wasn't even fully sure of the reason. Svasra smiled lightly in mild amusement as his contemplation continued, "However I would like to say that I know when to acknowledge coincidence when they become too many ... we are drawn to people, be it by fate, chance, or the will of the gods. Sometimes you just know. Besides, I like to even the odds, and throw a little chaos into a well forged plan. And you genuinely seemed like you needed the help."
Well then, that was a thorough answer. Svasra nodded slowly, smiling lightly at the man, and opened her mouth to respond. That's when he spoke in an odd language. Not Common, Vani, and any of the bits she might have heard from travelers. It was simple a . . . strange language. And, it seemed he was speaking to no one in particular. She gave him a strange look, and her mouth opened to inquire though the look on his face made her pause. Perhaps this was his secret he was not ready to share? Svasra could relate to that.
The young woman struggled to refrain from demanding answers, her childhood of forced-honesty wanting an explanation. Then again, would she like it if people started inquiring of her small secrets? Or large. Or just aspects of her past she still had trouble fully understanding herself. Svasra's eyes flashed with melody colors, one of the more prominent ones being a flat grey. Eventually, the woman looked away. She closed her mouth and only nodded, looking ahead with a shrug of her shoulders.
"We are already at the Marketplace," Svasra commented idly, looking around herself as people bustled to and fro with the business of the day. Frozen Falls was always busy, and Svasra struggled to listen to both the yells in Common and broken Vani. It was rare these foreign traders were completely fluent. Looking towards Dragul she smiled, her eyes melting in a lighter blue hue than before. "I've just come to look at things and take my mind off of ... the tension between the Holds," she said quietly, moving off to browse wares.
After a few moments, Svasra spoke again, "To answer you question before ... I plan on leaving Avanthal, to see what the rest of the world looks like. I have heard tales, and told tales, and want to listen to new ones." She touched her journal. "I recorded all the ones I know, and hopefully will be able to create a record of legends and myths in the word," she murmured, more to herself than to Dragul. "That is my interest in the lands outside of Avanthal." Looking over to the tall Akalak, she grinned, "I bet you have a wonderful story to tell."
Note: Svasra speaking Vani, Svasra speaking Common.
Dragul noticed a shift in Svasra's demeanor, after she had caught him talking to the shadows. Based on how she was acting she still didn't know, but he suspected she was aware of something amiss. Still they managed to continue onward with a moderate gap in conversation, it was quiet, but pleasant. 
