Swiftcurrent Creek i am not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion

"and i am a woman of many," aria purled, hiding her own embarrassment. but now she had nothing to say, and assumed he too would not speak again. so when he responded, about chusi, the pale sylph merely nodded, her gaze forwards and her ears flicked upwards thoughtfully. she would not force the conversation along... silence was, perhaps, a comfortable way to continue their walk. 

regardless, aria decided she liked mahler and his thick accent. he was truly new-- knowing nothing of her past or of her. perhaps, another day, he would be considered a friend to her.