Moonspear Like a toreador

Her heart fluttered, feeling a kinship blossom between them. For a fleeting moment she considered asking him if he knew of her family- though when she considered her mother's age in comparison to how old she guessed he might be, it didn't seem likely. Her mother had been a child, still, when the wolves of Undersea had chosen to roam inland. She felt it might make her seem naive if she asked if he had heard of those wolves, so she refrained. 

Her tail waved and her expression lifted when he asked her about her reasoning for leaving. She blushed, and a private smile kept her lips quieted for a moment. Bashfully, she nodded. "Uhm, yes?" She stated, her eyes squinting as she smiled, expression fey and shy. "New home, a place to have new family," She confessed. "My home is all family- very dear family, but...Need uhm. Find new," She said, hoping her explanation might be a gentle way of saying that she was in search for genetic diversity. 

Few young men had come to her birthplace. "I have...Nine sisters," And each of them fair, well-spoken and friendly, like a pod of sirens. Among them, she had felt considerably more quiet, easily lost in the crowd.