Dragoncrest Cliffs don't be that way

wildfire didn't press, thankfully. dalia just didn't want to talk about herself to this woman-- or anyone. and she liked to think that she had a much better hold of her emotions on the surface, which seemed to hold true, thankfully. and, still on a wave of fortune, wildfire revealed that she was doing very well, which was more good news to dalia, who let out a soft breathe. "well good, i'm sure my mother will be around for a check up anyway," she shared, because she knew portia well enough to know that the freckled fisa was occasionally too thorough in her work. not that that was a bad thing.

and then wildfire asked something that caught dalia by surprise, and the girl blinked in a small shock. "n-no," she said gently with a shake of her head, and she was going to tack on what she was but... nothing came to mind immediately. a medic? naturalist? she collected stones and seashells... what did that make her? a hoarder? "but... yes, there was a patrol that took down a doe... i asked if i could take the ears to you," she added in a quick explanation. she herself was not nearly skilled enough to take down a whole deer.