Wheeling Gull Isle xvii. a girl with ache in her eyes and plucked skin

The niteborn grinned at the familiar word - one common amongst Lireans but seemingly unheard of within Teekon's boundaries. "An excellent choice - Aristos will definitely need some healers," the exile commended with a kind smile, star-dusted plume swaying gently at her hocks. 

At his question, she paused in consideration. She did not yet know enough of Komal to guess where his interests may lie but he did not quite give the impression of a warrior - though Rhæ was sure he could hold his own in a fight. Rather, it just didn't seem like it was a profession he would be content dedicating his time to. 

"I think you might find satisfaction amongst the scholarly types: naturalists and chroniclers," the youth suggested thoughtfully. 

"Has nature or lore ever given you interest?" The nightwisp prosed as she picked her way across the streambed, treading water through the shallows as she was beginning to feel silly holding a conversation with him over the river. 

Across the waterway, she shook the drench from her pelt with care not to soak the pallid man at her side before perching neatly upon her haunches in wait.