Lion Head Mesa That's a fine looking high horse

"Yes."

Eset's turn was followed. It would not have been the first time she crossed her as she did now. It would not be the first time she kept her stride and did not take a second glance in her direction. Muscle memory was ingrained.

But she did not listen to it today.

When she turned back to the wooded woman, it was with eyes that would truly meet hers for a time that it'd never had before. She found interest in this- she found more in watching her, and even more in lapping at the wine in careful flicks of her tongue. "Eset. Your name, yes?" She knew so already. "You are Fellahin, yes? You feel comfortable so?" And she knew again, but oh, how she wanted an answer, and she wanted to hear.