Hoshor Plains hey, it's me, your sister

Leta blinked as the other introduced herself. Uhm, hi, Lioness, she answered back. The way the other spoke was confusing and absolutely new to the mocha girl who was not really sure what was going on here. Her tail waved nonetheless, still happy to be with another girl her age. So she thought, anyway. Are... you okay? She had never heard anyone talk like that, and as she spoke of the ocean, Leta blinked. I don't think I've ever seen the ocean before, she remarked, rather unhelpfully, but these plains... they seem... nice? 

They were the plains of Ira, she thought. And Ira must think they were nice to stay here. But Leta was not at all a girl of conflict, so she good-naturedly added, but boring-nice, she tacked on, looking down.