Neverwinter Forest vi. not too cold,

she dipped her head gratefully but spoke no more of vairë. it was not the time. 

"i am no expert," the pale agouti admitted, lips twisting ruefully. "but my people had kin that lived on islands to the west. we visited every summer to help with the fishing."

she had not thought of her cousins in sometime. they were much alike to the forest dwellers yet lankier and darker. her mind went to isïe, iaghe, aicaíniro. she imagined them married, with children at their hearth and smiled -- a small, secret thing shared only with herself.

heph's question dragged her back to the present, giving a small shake of her head to rid herself of the sentimental distraction. "painting is...ah. hmmm. I guess it is best described as making color." the four-year laughed, somewhat awkwardly. "my people made paint to decorate their homes. they use different markings and symbols to tell stories."