Hideaway Strath Vapnatak.

The fact that Towhee had recalled the exact details of, how they had met for the first time almost two years ago, did not help in any way to ease Wraen's awkwardness. She was still a bit wary about all the flailing with paws (and could not fathom a reason, why was this done), besides it made it difficult to focus - she wanted to look at the leader's face, but was fixated on the limbs instead. And then keeping track of the sound was not easier at all.

"Sorry, no," she shook her head, this particular memory did not ring a bell to her, because she had managed to annoy a lot of people with her witticisms and know-it-all-isms in the meanwhile. Towhee did not stand out and had been neither the first nor the last to suffer. "What's his name?" she asked, hopefully grabbing on a single straw and deciding that this time she will focus on words only. Would it be too weird, if she closed her eyes and did not look? 

She managed to keep her expression composed, but secretly she was glad that she had never taken the path of being an Ambassador. She would be a shame of the whole country.