Welcome To The Mile-High Club

Dagrún stretched out catlike on the branch, letting her hind legs hang free on either side. Maybe her siblings would like to come visit this place some time. She gazed up at the top of the trees for a moment then turned her attention back to Jynn as the woman questioned her. "Really, you've met Álarr? He tends to keep to himself. Must've been out herb-hunting." He had held the Fireside Fall Festival though so perhaps he wasn't quite that much of a hermit. Still, she didn't know much about the man. She knew they were related some how and she'd taken a few fighting lessons from him but that was about it.