Wild Berry Meadow you were coming across as clever, then you lit the wrong end of your cigarrette

Though she couldn't blame him, for she wasn't being exactly the most chatty, she tried her best to ignore the small frown that climbed upon the gentle giant's face as she once more echoed the same response. He obviously did not get how difficult it even was to think of the Glacier. Answering questions was a pain - but going to the place right now would've been suicide.

The man introduced himself as Étoille, a strange name that Maera found beautiful but did not dare to echo in fear that she might pronounce it wrong. So Maera simply hummed in awknowledgement. He could not blame her either, for he wasn't being chatty at all. A small wave of dissapointment tugged at the Sveijarn when he mentioned a story, but would not go ahead and tell it. He did not need to tell Maera an elaborate tale with a teaching at the end, but he could at least try something to keep the conversation alive. Anything would do honestly. "make one up right now" she barked, her hazel eyes fixed on his face. If he didn't know a story, well he could make one, couldn't he? "then i'll tell you one" she offered, though honestly she felt she'd led most of the conversation already.