Just Let Go

Kiela maintained eye contact as Birna took in her words and responded to her. It felt important to her that the other woman knew she was being sincere with her words and not simply saying what Birna might want to hear; she wasn't that type, but she knew Birna couldn't know that for sure. Briefly, her attention shifted to the white raven, and she gave a nod of acknowledgment to the bird before redirecting her focus back to the feline. "Nice to meet you, Birna. And you, Guelder," she gave another curt nod as she took a few steps closer and slowly reclined to her haunches.

"No, my family lives far away from these lands. I left my tribe when I was young and have been here ever since." She'd debated starting her own group of reindeer herders? Interesting. She wondered briefly if the stranger's practices would align with her own. Reindeer were meant to be worshipped; their numbers had to be carefully culled. She couldn't imagine recklessly trimming their numbers without careful thought about the health of the herd as a whole. "Reindeer are sacred to my family. Your interest in them - how was it created?" Her grasp on the native tongue had gotten much better but sometimes she still fumbled over more complex sentences such as this one.