Sun Mote Copse I could lie and say it isn't personal

It seems she's struck a nerve. While not entirely her objective, it did tickle Ete's sides. The woman shook her head, playfully rolling her eyes. Wren was a good sport, plucky. The word came to mind, the more Wren spoke the more she loosened Ete's guarded personality. It made her want to change, Etephyr wasn't oblivious to her beastly demeanor, but the idea of change seemed so dangerous. 

Feeling charitable, Etephyr admitted, "Some days, it feels like I am one," She paused, sighing. "But, anyone who looks younger than me is automatically a baby." Ete stuck the tip of her tongue out and back in, in a swift motion. Leaving behind a genuine grin. It was to show she wasn't serious, only teasing. Slowly, the grizzled woman was beginning to learn not everything had to be so solemn or grim.

Etephyr didn't let her acquaintances' shudder go unnoticed, but not wanting to draw unnecessary attention to such a small detail, she opted to remain an ear. Montana. Ete practiced the word, rolling it around in her thoughts like a martens kidney in her maw. Squishy and hard to keep in one place, Wrens accent didn't fit the older womans own dialect. She kept squinting, forming the word in her mouth, contorting her tongue in all manner of ways. Ete was sure she was beginning to look strange.

"Muhn-tena?" She tried, testing the waters. "What is such a place? What thrives?" She asked, unfeigned curiosity present in her voice.