Dragoncrest Cliffs like an old guitar worn out and left behind

Honestly, she didn't really want to admit that her first reactions were not the most logical, or that they lacked any sort of sense that a Shouna should posses. But she'd listened, she'd watched, and she slowly learned that her place among Drageda was not as elevated or secure as she wanted to believe. So instead of being sore about it, she was making amends by simply being available to them and contributing where she could. Tirgatao was entirely ignorant of the situation surrounding Wildfire and her desire for a family, but it likely wouldn't have changed her opinion much either way. 

Wildfire's question sparked a train of thought in Tirgatao that she'd considered, but never really put to words. "Yes," She replies assuredly after a few seconds. "We were raised to respect a certain way of life, as I'm sure you know, and our clan was so large and successful that there was no need to bring in outsiders. It happened occasionally—sometimes exceptions would be made like children abandoned at the borders, or loners without a place to go. But they had to work very hard to prove their loyalty to Seageda." She explained, going into much more depth with Wildfire than anyone else. A month ago, she might have scoffed at the question. Now, she wanted to teach so long as Wildfire was open to learn. "If they didn't, they would be cast out again, just like anyone else who did not earn their keep. There was no bonds there to sever, and no love lost. Our homeland is very dangerous, far more than here, so there was pressure to earn one's keep."

She chuckled and shook her head. "Talking about it outloud, in your tongue, makes us sound like savages. But we are simply protective of what is ours. All of it."