Speech
Weirdly enough Hanmel found herself liking the glowing antler woman. Her ways of speaking was intriguing and before she knew it, words fluttered from her lips without hesitation. "Where are you from? Why do you talk like that?" So upfront and honest. There was no end to how blunt she could be. Giving the woman a raised brow and a playful smirk. Gaze watching as she looked for another bottle to share. Does everyone here just drink? A memory of the night she spent with the yearling at his campfire. How he, too, offered her a drink. Which she took and indulged like her life depended on it. What would it hurt to have another? Come to think of it. Just like him, this one spoke the same way. Barely forming sentences and an accent of some sort.
"Definitly awkward. How would I explain such a thing when or even if I find a mate?"
