Qeya River heavy like a stone, waiting for the river to run

She is not suprised by the woman, by Dawn's admission. She knows she is not unique in her talents (and finds that comforting in its own way, for being the singular bearer of counsel would be lonely, would it not?) and is glad, in fact, that the other has a touchstone for what Poet speaks of. Offering a smile to this point she returns the introduction: "I am Poet." Morningside is not a familiar name to her but she accepts it gracefully. "Not from anywhere as of yet," she adds, "although my companions are attempting their own claim." Why does she distance herself from them? She is loyal to Phocion's cause as she has told him, and yet, it does not feel like her cause. If it were not for Phocion she would not be there after all. Conflicted, she falls silent, unsure if this is a moment to push for beginnings of diplomacy or if she can just be Poet, unattached, as she finds she wants to be here.