Hoshor Plains Feral hearts

She took a moment to absorb the new information. While she had been too young to remeber the finer details, she had heard of Seageda's corruption. Tall tales of a false Heda, resulting in the disbandendment of the great nation. She had been too young to pass such judgement but she knew what her closest companions had told her. Seageda had been falling long before the Heda had taken the throne. After that, the faithful had fled to Trigeda, her home. Well, it was her home no longer. But a new clan, this was very interesting indeed. Who habited this new empire, she was curious to know. Other's from Seageda, perhaps, even Trigeda even? It seemed unlikely, but there was always a possibility. One that she hoped to avoid. While, there was no doubting that Gavriel was or once had been an ally, but she did not know if she trusted him. It would be a foolish move to do so. Either way, she needed to see of herself. 

She opened her mouth to speak, but was halted, interrupted mid speech by the ironically named girl, Wildfire. She looked to the female, half out of amusement and annoyance and carefully declined to what she assumed was an invitation to join her. Rebekka did not swim, she did not do water. It was an ability she had no desire to conquer. There was nothing appealing about trying to not drown, nothing against the girl of course, but her fear of what she could not control was what made her hesitant to step too close to a deep lake, nor any body of water that she coud potentially slip and fall in. Instead, she redirected her attention back to Gavriel. She nodded in confirmation.

"Sha, ai laik kom Trigeda,"

She had never heard of his Drakru. But she was far, aparently. "Na ai wich yu?" She would not either way, but she had to be sure. Loping off with a stranger, familiar or not, was unwise. Anyone could agree.