Qeya River cause I wish you were here

The woman moved with intrigue, with a sort of girlish fascination that Yura thought cut through her more intimidating features. Her host but more than that, her student, and her friend - she hoped at least. Though their time together had been short-lived, the sentiment was shared.

Knowledge was a gift that the girl was as eager to unwrap as she was deliver, for it could more easily be enjoyed in the company of another. Star Eater's question had her sit for a moment in thought, muzzle tilting skyward to where faint pinpricks of light had begun to blossom.

"She gave me a name when I was born," and though Yuralria was reluctant to speak it, she was comfortable to divulge it's meaning, in this vulnerability. "It means to look beyond the sky. To the stars maybe? I've never been sure what she truly meant by it." A far topic from pelt-making, but perhaps the woman had some knowledge of it. "But I've always wanted her to teach me more of what's out there."