Big Salmon Lake It's funnier in Enochian.

Ah. She was a descendant of the founders, then. He wasn't sure if he found that interesting or not. Étoille had never been very good at the give and take of conversation. Not that he couldn't articulate his thoughts well enough, but often he couldn't be bothered. Just as well, for the woman was ready to be on her way.

"Take care, Towhee," he said, dark eyes lingering on her retreating form. He could follow her. Request a place in the Caldera, perhaps. But he wasn't quite ready for the commitment. There was something about Towhee he liked, though. He hoped they would run into each other again some time. 

But for now, he'd take his leave, too.