Hoshor Plains gentlelady

What I was? She mimicked thoughtfully, tilting her head as they walked. For a moment, she sifted through the fragments of her past before offering a response.

That's a rather broad question, Lestan. I've been many things. She mused lightly, the true implication of his words sailing over her head. She had never been good at deciphering vague inquiries, her heart too naive, too pure, to consider such complexities as relationships.

She saw people for all they were, unburdened by labels that held little meaning to her. So, as she spoke, her companion’s reaction went unnoticed, lost in the gentle rhythm of their steps.