a ha'penny will do

The male introduced himself with a wink that tugged an answering grin from the young woman and a blushing sort of warmth in her chest at the attention. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Acere. Ace," she corrected herself, flushing red beneath her fur. His comment about his niece and nephew piqued her interest, but she had to shake her head. "I don't think I've met them yet," she admitted. "But I'm sure my cousins will be glad for someone their own age to be friends with." She was surprised at the faint stir of jealousy and sadness at the thought of Corvus making friends his own age, and being left out because she was 'an adult' now. Not that she didn't want him to make friends, that wasn't it at all. It would be healthy for him. It just made her realize that, really, he was her only friend. She smiled at Ace despite the troubled thoughts, though, and pushed through to make conversation. "Am I correct in assuming that you're going to be one of Abaven's warriors, then?" It was hard to imagine this tall, scarred man being anything but a fighter, a thought that rekindled her interest and dragged her attention back away from her cousin.