Jade Fern Grove at the trial of god, we will ask:

her initial response was so faint that the wind almost entirely gobbled it up; but her following words bear more volume, skylla's ear flickering at her questions. he had expected them to be remotely similar but couldn't think of anything more different than 'do you live around here' and 'what's up'. the cairn is quiet for a moment longer, trying to decide which question to answer first.

for a moment, he considers asking her to clarify which question she wanted him to answer but decides that teasing her might not be, well, very gentlemanly.

sort of, he replies vaguely. he considers mentioning arcana but remembers that fennec had wanted it to be rather, well secretive. was it okay for him to mention it? and uh, nothing's up, i guess. it takes some effort but he manages to refrain from making a wiseass crack about 'the sky' or any other such things.

skylla. he replies, offering his own name in return.