Golden Glade Brick by brick.

The way they focused on her face was... curious. Then they began to stalk off through the trees. A command had been issued that hadn't registered in Jocasta's mind immediately, and so she hupped-to-it and followed. 

Make sure you look at me when you talk, Towhee explained. It suddenly made sense why the woman's face was so serious and so focused, and Jocasta would keep it in mind. Here goes nothing.

I was expected to find a husband back home but there was nobody suitable, so I dispersed and have been travelling since. Jocasta spoke of her choice to leave as if it were as plain and simple as that; things were rarely so cut and dry, but she didn't see the point in being unnecessarily verbose about it.

As for my skills, ah... I'd say my best asset is my adaptability. She watched Towhee's face as they walked together, hoping to see approval. Whatever you need me to learn, I'll learn. Whatever you want me to do, I'll find a way to do it.

It didn't feel like much of a selling point, though. The woman took a measured breath and concluded with more specificity: I'm a decent hunter if birds are involved, I know a little bit of botany from my father, and my grandmother used to tutor me about the stars and navigation so — like I said, a little bit of everything.