Ravensblood Forest walking with giants

Curiosity stirred within her that her nose twitched when he dared to hold her gaze for a split second. She herself looked down, pawing at a pine cone until a small flake the size of a speck of oatmeal fell out. "My abuela was a curandera, a healer, and had a vested interest in plants and spirituality. She probably would have agreed with you."

Mictec allowed for her body to relax to the point that she let her hind legs kneel her into a seated position. "These trees are something though. In order for one to start to grow, it must be burned. Perhaps that's why I have such an attachment to them." Reflectively, she wondered if her grandmother's death was her own detachment to start her own journey of growth.

Shrugging off the thought to be analyzed at a later time, she returned her gaze to the other. "Pleasantries are not something that comes naturally to me, but my name is Mictēcacihuātl, Mictec for short."