There were so many new and curious features in this conversation; it was understandable that the girl dashed from one to the other. So her desire to know what a companion was lost in the tumble of her mind as it leapt from one topic to the next. She did note though, that it meant the creature seemed to hang around with other. A permanent friend? That sounded very desirable to this rather lonely pearl, but of course her own thoughts moved her quickly off of that topic.

Her fears, a feeling still so strange as to not even have a name in her mind, were quickly eased. He steps forward, and the girl’s head tilts slightly, eyes bright with hope. It wasn’t his. A smile graces back on the girl’s dear lips and her heads comes forward again as he goes on. Perhaps she should have dwelled a moment on how pathetic and desperate her jumping mind had revealed her, or at least it should have left her a clue. At least it should have spoke to how silly she was being. The girl had always gone with the flow, and trusted (without bothering to know it was trust) all was well. Now the reveal she had thought of all on her own, that they might not be all well, was disconcerting. Perhaps revealing she had learned more on this hiatus alone than she had intended about the real world. She should have dwelled on all these things. But she didn’t. There were pretty views and kind company about.

Her gaze follows his as he points out the materials and their origins. The names twisting in her mind as she struggled to give them meaning. The Edge. The Falls. The Throat. The Basin. The very idea that there were four herds here was news to the poor dove. Her small understanding of politics was also sent a bit rocking. So while she listened with the still kind smile and attention, her thoughts were going over a bit of rocky road. It wasn’t a mind built for remembering, and connecting things. Not to mention it hadn’t been asked to do anything like it in quite a while. Still the girl was lulled into peace through this internal struggle by his voice. Well, not because it was his, but because it was a voice. Someone talking, giving answers, and explaining. She had indeed been alone for quite some time.

When he finished, the girl was caught a bit unprepared. Usually questions bubble forth, but here she finds herself paused. The combinations of peaceful listening, and jumbled thoughts having put her off the track of continuing it all. Still, she hadn’t been instilled with manners all her life for nothing. So she hummed a “huh” and looked at the clothe gently floating in the breeze to the side. Her brain tried to wake up from its stupor. Here she was desperate not to lose this company and she couldn’t even think of some way to continue it. The pressure obviously didn’t help the poor dove.

After a moment she at last pulls through. “Is there a lot of fighting here then?” The term wars, was not exactly in her first call vocabulary, but fighting she knew well. The metal guards tucked close to her wings felt warm against her skin in reminder. So it wasn’t a tone of fear in which she spoke, as some who judge the girl to quickly might expect. Instead it was a bit intense curiosity. It caused her then to offer her next comment with the continued light grace and small smile. “Sorry, I’m not from He-o-via.” (-so I don’t know, was an admittance her hierarchy never learned) The land’s name falls strangely from her tongue as if to verify that fact. Yet it was said more off hand, then as deeply sincere as her apology before had been. Proof that perhaps her recovery to her normal blind innocent self needed only time.



OOC:: So sorry this is so late! If you don't want to reply or it messes you timeline up you certainly can drop it. =]