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

The man took his time to speak.
Not that Maera minded, she didn't feel this silence as uncomfortable. She remained where she was, still splayed out on the cool grass of the meadow and with her hazel eyes fixed on his face until he finally spoke. 

At first she didn't know how to answer his question. Where was she from anyways if she was always on the run? She didn't have a place to call home and her family was made up of ghosts. 
"i was born here but left long ago" she barked with a certain bitterness bubbling inside her chest. She thought of the Glacier, technically she hadn't been born there but it had been the only place she had ever truly called 'home'. 
At least for a while... before one by one her family was ripped to shreds. 

"a place called Duskfire Glacier.. further north" she added then. Of course he would most likely have no idea what she was talking about as it seemed he too was just getting to know the lands. And despite she spoke so fondly of the Glacier, since her return to the Wilds she hadn't allowed herself to think about paying the place a visit.
She wasn't ready.

"where are you from?" she barked finally, returning the question and falling silent to wait for his response.