Barrow Fields She just changes her mind

This girl addressed her for who she was. It was enough to rebound from the previous ill prick. But still, she was unsure.

I'm Lilia.

Name of earth. Mean lily, flower. So she was earth child. It delighted Maven in a way, but she did not show it much through her expression.

The scar she'd pointedly flaunted was asked about. The mountain woman was not keen to share. Tales of war were not often shared. But in their place, plans for future ones were discussed with buoyancy. War stories, no tell. Mountain people not share these. You, stranger.