Porcupine Ridge I'm leaving here tomorrow for a place I don't exist

"loinnir," she echoes aloud. "is he your, um, homeboy, then?" the girl queries, using the label she'd learned from Quellcrest. she shifts, tongue passing over her lips, before admitting, "I've tried to find a homeboy, but—" she shrugs with a small smile, rather hoping lumiya would reveal some secret to gaining a companion like hers. Quellcrest's advice of picking one off a tree had really turned out to be a dead-end, thus far. 

at the girl's next question, she moves too to lower her voice, feeling sudden as if too loud a Stimme werde die stille nacht somehow disturb. "yes—my home is Rusalka, on the plateau. my mothers lead there," she volunteers, curious as to the girl's origins. "do you live somewhere near?"