Dawnlark Plains Nasty freestyle

Manauia could respect that at least the girl knew herself well enough to admit she wasn't the leading type. Many would claim they could do it all, wishing to be respected and seen as intimidating. Not realizing that leadership was hardly required to gain that respect (and hardly demanded that respect be given by default). Her reasons were questionable, but honest.

She felt a pang as Junior asked of home, tempted to brush off the question. The rise was nowhere nearby, far as she knew, but it was painful to think about knowing she possibly would never return. "A long ways from here. A beautiful place, very different from these lands." The slight to this place was definitely implied. "But lost for now, at least to me." She frowned, and suddenly she was done talking. She did afford the girl a courtesy given to few - a farewell. "I should go. But good travels, I hope." Kinda. Maybe. She didn't put a false 'nice to meet you' on there, pleasantries not being her thing so much. But this conversation hadn't been awful, and she knew she needed to start getting used to dealing with these outsiders.