Northstar Vale the girl with the broken smile

The wyvern nodded vaguely in acknowledgement, awkward in her inability to socialize. Her pale gaze slid to the side, focused on the ground off to her right, as she shifted subconsciously on her paws. 

The pearls flickered back to him at the step forward, bouncing to her feet and moving aside as he spoke. 

"Aye, if'n ye'd like," she wisped softly in agreement, gaze downcast once more. 

"'Ave ye ever dug a gar-den?" She asked curiously as she moved to his broad side, unaccustomed to the idea of men toiling in the dirt.