Redhawk Caldera vanillabark

The woman carried herself well, and it was difficult for Medb not to find an instant respect for her. She reminded her of the grace and poise of her own mother, who fought so vigorously for her. Who taught her the crafts she needed to know. She nodded at the statement. The woman spoke… strangely. She had never heard such pronounced statements, the words jumbled lightly. We find nothing there, you show me. It caused confusion, though she hoped clarifying questions were allowed.
 
The mentions of faeries brought a spark to her eyes, a smile on her features. “My mother used to say we came from the land of the faeries. My home was believed to be a connection to their world: The Sidh.” She offered with a soft smile, remembering the details fondly as they moved about. “My mother taught me to commune with them too.” It had been part of her training; it was how she could blend in. It was a skill she had learned from them. They had danced in her dreams and showed her the way to make a small woman powerful.