i ponder of something great

He speaks out, defending the bitterness that she had just expressed towards those she had once considered family.  The words he speaks ring true through her ears and her gaze softens as her small and innocent smile grows slightly. “I suppose you are right. You are very wise, ser.” She agrees with his words as she shares these emotions with a nod. He makes a note, saying that his family is not from the area either and he tells her that he is from some foreign place that she had never heard of. She nods, making sure that he knows she was listening. He asks where her home was and she answers with a small hesitation taking place.

“Ridgenstead is in the far north, an arctic oasis of sorts.” The words are cool as she leaves the answer vague. It is a personal question to ask considering they had only met a few minutes prior. “Where is Ahlon?” Quil deemed the question acceptable because he had asked a question the same question. She keeps her head high and handles the smile on her face with great care. Nothing was more important than a smile. She takes another bite of her rabbit, her eyes glowing. Social interactions with others kept Quil alive.

The haunting past that she shares with no one in experience or words made her have cravings for these social interactions which was the main reason that she had not taken offense to Bass mistaking her for his son.