Bird Speak | Common | Vani | Others
By that point, the last thing that Altaira had expected form Oriah was a question that was anything along the lines of personal. Well, she supposed she could have simply shrugged it off and gestured to the little world around her, and claim that she had all she knew from the Mistress and her lovely co workers, but that was a half truth that she wasn't quite in the mood to keep up with. "It is simply how I grew up - I learned some here, of course, but I've not had such a high work load that I've come across some incredible knowledge," she said, finding that was the simplest answer that could be given, rolling her shoulders as she tried to decide what she could say that would be understood to some level.
She knew from personal experience that mentioning an invitation from one house to the next, and the names that came with it were quite confusing, with certain tidbits of her words focused on more than others. She turned on her heel as she sought her bearings, before point in the general direction of Taldera. "I grew up, for the most part, in House Whitevine of Avanthal. Although the house typical dealt with medicine, and was essentially the hospital of city, I managed to scrape under the radar and stick to the greenhouse."
She swallowed hard and shrugged, her stance still rather twisted in the direction of her childhood home, though she let her gaze rest on Oriah. "It must be something like three seasons, now, since I left for good." She sighed and took a sweeping look over the Benshira, deciding that since she'd been asked something a little bit personal, then she should be able to do the same to her. "You... you're quite the distance from home, yourself, aren't you?" She gave a small giggle, then. Syliras seemed to be a magnet for outsiders. How many people had she thus met who were born in the city? One, perhaps, whose name she knew?
She knew from personal experience that mentioning an invitation from one house to the next, and the names that came with it were quite confusing, with certain tidbits of her words focused on more than others. She turned on her heel as she sought her bearings, before point in the general direction of Taldera. "I grew up, for the most part, in House Whitevine of Avanthal. Although the house typical dealt with medicine, and was essentially the hospital of city, I managed to scrape under the radar and stick to the greenhouse."
She swallowed hard and shrugged, her stance still rather twisted in the direction of her childhood home, though she let her gaze rest on Oriah. "It must be something like three seasons, now, since I left for good." She sighed and took a sweeping look over the Benshira, deciding that since she'd been asked something a little bit personal, then she should be able to do the same to her. "You... you're quite the distance from home, yourself, aren't you?" She gave a small giggle, then. Syliras seemed to be a magnet for outsiders. How many people had she thus met who were born in the city? One, perhaps, whose name she knew?
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