The boy was interesting to look at and she couldn't help but be amused to see that the similar crimson tracks marking the boy's face much like her own. She stammered out an answer stating that he wasn't sure and she would nod slowly. Branwen shifted on her back and she took comfort in the gently preening of the pale raven's beak against her fur. She dimly wondered if she'd managed to pick up a bug of some sort that had caught the raven's attention before she rolled her shoulders in a lazy stretch.
The gods speak to you, sometimes?
Naudir nodded. "Yes, when I dream they speak to me and guide me where to go. Though lately they have either been completely silent or speaking as if through a great distance, the sound warping like I'm drowning in a lake and the stand just above me. It is… disconcerting." With the distance from her family and her roots she could feel the ties to her beliefs starting to fray. She nodded again at the boys words. "Perhaps we can explore together? My name is Naudir Finnvi. This is one of my companions, Branwen. Who might you be?"
