The girl was young, and had an undeniably youthful air about her. She was a child still, though Ara knew most yearling didn't take kindly to being called children. After all, being a year old felt far different than being a few months old. She remembered the feeling each summer when she reflected on her life, since she'd been born in that season - each year she felt distinctly older. Her smile grew as she gazed at Heather, who knew her name. "That's me," she assured her with a gently flick of her tail.
The question about her rank was one that took her by surprise. She'd never cared much for achievement - all she'd ever wanted was secure a safe home for her and her family, no matter what it took. Here, she was available as a healer. If she was never needed, that would be fine with her.. but she was happy to contribute when needed, though much recognition made her uncomfortable. Ara was happier to side on the sidelines, and to keep to herself, while contributing all the same. "I'm a Viscountess, I suppose," she said, a bit uncertainly. The title sounded strange to her. She was little more than a healer, though that was the title they were given in Fiori. "What about you?" Ara inquired, her voice gentle and conversational as she strayed a bit closer to Heather. "Where do your interests lie?"
