a new place to get a lil bruised

"When did you get here, Wren? Did you come from far away? Have you seen lots of different lands? I've heard of some places that look, like, completely different," Makara babbled on autoplay. continuing to whittle down her sticks. She had about two good ones finished now and had planned to leave with at least eight. "Oh my goshh this is going to take foreeveerr," she groaned, dropping the sharpened knife for a moment to stretch her jaw and gab some more. "I haven't really been a ton of places? But I really want to?" She added, each sentence tilting up at the end with a questioning lilt. "My parents are like, super strict. Very boring. Very serious," she deepened her voice at the end in a very bad pantomime of her father. Makara sighed and picked up the knife again and restarted her sharpening. Truthfully, if she stopped talking for just a little while, she'd make much more progress.