Totoka River dancing with the waves

messing around with speech aesthetics and stuff.  sorry for the inconsistencies.

She wonders if perhaps she is being too forward, and if the customs of the fianna of inis fáil were not those of the lands she was in.  Still it is better to be too formal and have to tone it down rather than not be formal enough; she'd rather intimidate someone than insult one of importance.

The story he tells her piques her interest but as he does not remember the details she does not press for them.  The fae makes note of it however — she will be sure to ask anyone else she meets if they know of any sea-fables.

It is, she muses yet her voice is troubled and wavering.  I did not arrive in these lands by conventional means.  I am.. not sure of how far Éireann is from here, but I do know it is not nearby.

Her brows come together as she wonders just how much she should risk saying; it had been weeks since she had been anywhere near her captors, yet still she did not want to divulge much more; she may have said too much already. Where do you come from, Étoille?