Firefly Glen I have you strung,

Anoana nods quietly. She is completely understanding of having no home left to go back to and does not wish to pry further. After all, it was quite a sore subject for Anoana and could think that it may be the same for him. As it were, their pasts were far from anything alike. 

Ah, Her white feathery ears perk high. þarna erum við...! Happiness of her success momentarily causing her to revert back to her native (and more so used) tongue. Up until she had been made to travel, the need to speak to outsiders with common wasn't all that necessary. 

Trotting off from Cinar's side, she makes it to a little cluster of red poppy nestles along the brush.