Bad Company

He took far too long to reply to her initial greeting, which made her expression sour instantly. Was it really that hard to just answer someone right away? Not that she might feel particularly pleased at the sudden, unwarranted arrival of another. Maybe she was interrupting something - she didn't really know. While she waited and he stared, she gave her coat another firm shake, sending water spraying in every which direction, slightly hap-hazardously. When she was finished, her expression had softened slightly, the vague annoyance giving way to easy curiosity.

Finally, he shrugged, and admitted he didn't know this place, or anything outside of Fiori's lands. What was a Fiori, she wondered? Her nose wrinkled slightly as she took a few long strides closer to him, looking him up and down as she considered. "What's a Fiori?" she'd ask quickly, deciding not to keep her questions to herself - even if she tried, it would leave an annoying, burning curiosity that she wanted so badly to sate. "I'm from the North," she explained, rather matter-of-factly, her head tipped upwards slightly as she regarded him. "From Yfir, actually. You've probably heard of us."  Asvor didn't know if he really would have heard of them, but it sounded good, and she figured it was a possibility.. even if a minor one. "My name is Asvor Finnvi, daughter of Katja and Laufey Finnvi." Maybe their family name would be familiar, at the least; wondering, she eyed him with a narrowed stare, her tail flicking where it lay behind her.