King Elk Forest begin again

tindómë. mona committed that to memory, or tried to; on the heels of the unfamilar word came another, morwinyon. and that the first one was a druid. however, the wolf had given an explanation: it was the name of the leaders here, and the title of the sylph before her. mona nodded, glancing down as her nerves began to tremble. 
however, it would appear that her pretty companion was not without their own doubts, and mona wondered if it was her presence at these borders that was the odd, unsettling sort of thing. however, she listened raptly to what was asked of her, and murkwater eyes widened with a bit of surprise. "um," the girl began inelegantly, feeling her cheeks heat beneath the scrutiny — and also the silver gaze — "well, mom is a healer, but —" 
" — but i never ... picked up on much," mona chuckled awkwardly. "and my dad" — she stumbled on the word — "dad is a warrior. and a scout. i could do that?" the mayfair suggested hopefully, before her false bravado failed and she chewed the edge of her lip. "look, i ... i don't know a lot, okay? yet," mona added hurriedly. "but, uh, but i learn really fast? and you know, i'll do whatever you need. whatever it takes to earn my keep." 
after a beat, mona sought the face of the forest-dweller, apprehension clear in her expression. she'd really bombed this hard.