At her friendly, casual observation of the beauty in their surroundings, she was met with a simple response. Small talk wasn't for everyone, so she wasn't going to pressure the younger girl to talk if she didn't want to. But when she mused aloud to the fading scent of Fenmyre, it seemed that the maroon fae had more to divulge. "Disbanded?" Kiliaen echoed a little more softly. Just loud enough that she could hear herself over the tumble of water in the background. Just as she was preparing herself to ask why her question was answered before she could even ask it. "That's so strange," she remarked in a tone of confusion.
Looking around the falls, she was met with such serene beauty. It was difficult to put into words, but the ambiance just brought a sense of peace. The surface of the river that was fed by the falls, dappled in the daylight that trickled through the canopy overhead. And while the falls contributed towards a busy atmosphere, she could only imagine that the further downstream you went, the more the current slowed, and the more lazy the creek became. And to simply abandon that? How could an entire pack just disband like that? It puzzled her. "Yes, everything about it here is lovely. I couldn't imagine why they would leave. But who's to say?" Kiliaen finally replied after her moment's contemplation. She didn't know much about the lost pack, only what she heard in stories from the occasional passerby. But now that they were gone, she was really interested in their story now. Maybe one day, she would learn it.
