Dawnlark Plains v. "hope is the thing with feathers - that perches in the soul"

Though it has taken a moment, the empath can sense the shift - this is not a simple, friendly encounter as she had originally thought. Somewhere, somehow, she had offended this young woman with her foreign, exotic ways. 

She senses a bite in the words so she squares her shoulders, answers with brutal honesty. What does this girl know about Sapmi - about conformity for the sake of survival? 

"I guess t'at depends on your opinion of loyalty," she shrugged slightly. "I was loyal to ta man my fat'er married me to, even when 'e beat me. Even when I t'ought 'e would kill me. If only to protect my daughter."

"I am no longer t'ere because 'e wished to take 'is own child to wife and I spoke out, disobeyed 'im and my people - angered ta spirits and brought deat' upon my Clan." 

"T'ey cursed me in turn an' 'ere I am, speaking wit' you," she leveled an even stare with the girl, "w'at of you? Why did you leave 'ome?"