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The raven's tail gave a tiny wiggle of encouragement as the woman answered in kind, not seeming to find fault with the greeting. She crept a bit closer, shifting her posture to be more loose and neutral than she would normally carry herself. "I im Moorhen of Undersea - islann jewel under sky light and seasong," she introduced with another tentative wag of her tail, indicating the island just barely visible in the distance.

She looked expectantly at the woman, then, and prompted, "Naame?" She hoped it was something simple - something she could remember so that she didn't make a fool of herself. She felt strangely bashful in front of the other woman. She was just so smooth and refined compared to Moorhen's windblown pelt and leathery ears and hard features.