Kintla Flatlands For just as Every Seed holds the Power

The conversation seemed to be getting better and better, so much so that the girl hardly felt nervous anymore. The conversation was light and engaging, something she had missed from her old home while on secret escapades. The sudden thought of a black and white bird almost as tall as both of them that doesn't fly, but swims like fish beneath the water. "Ooh! What kind of bird is that??" Everest asked excitedly, following the gesture Ishara made to follow. 

While it was still cold outside, it felt much warmer now being with Ishara. As if the day was not as dark or gloomy as it could have been should she continue to be alone. A slightly more bounce was present in her step, and her head was being carried just a little higher now. Everest, though young and fully grown, was much shorter than Ishara. Being so large, Everest wondered if she was more of a fighter or hunter rather than a runner. Everest was neither, but perhaps that could change overtime.

"I wonder what it would be like to have a chipmunk.. They're so small and furry. And hyperactive." she chuckled softly. "They like to bark whenever a wolf or something else that eats them come by. If you're ever in a forest and you hear a chipmunk barking nearby, you're not alone." Another fun fact probably not needed to share, but it happened to be on the brain and so therefore attention deficit had to take over the conversation. The compliment of being strange in the best sort of way was so opposite of what she received at home. At first, she wasn't sure about it, but the smile gave it away. The best sort of strange! That was a new phrase Everest liked the most.

OOC: Off to bed for me - it's now midnight and my husband is giving me the glare, lol.