Kintla Flatlands For just as Every Seed holds the Power

She actually introduced herself as Ishara! Easy is a nickname.

The blackbear's head tilted to the side in concern as more words came tumbling out of the young woman's mouth. Talk of noble queens and duty did not mean much to her. It sounded stifling, and indeed, it seemed that the young woman was quite stifled.

"I don't think that at all," she replied. Insecure was the word she would've used, but she did not say this aloud. It was frustrating to talk to someone who refused to see sense, and Easy was of the opinion that every word she spoke should be considered the best sort of sense. She tried to find a new angle of attack, but perhaps tonight was not the night to try and convince her of anything.

"I am pleased to meet you, Everest," Easy told her. "Now, you haven't convinced me you're as weird or inept as all that. You may certainly keep trying, if it pleases you. But please understand that it does not please me." And the blackbear was a creature quite used to being pleased. "But I would like to hear more about these weird things you're so interested in."