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The woman began skittering around, clearly knowing where everything was in the chaotic mess that surrounded them. Strange items and plants hung from the ceiling, jars were placed haphazardly around the room and books were either open or balancing ontop of one another by some feat against gravity. Kestral moaned at the old woman's insistence that she had something else which would help, the girl chewing on her bottom lip as she sometimes did when she was getting irritated. "I am beginning to think I might regret the decision to come." she whispered under her breath to Tyrian, eyes widening as the elderly lady came within a few inches of knocking over one of the piles of books during her scurrying. While she waited for the medicine woman to fetch what she thought was necessary, she answered the male on what he had said as they entered.
He spoke of her home lightly, but him just saying the word out loud made her previously lightening mood darken once more. "I...was from there, yes." She used the past tense, emphasizing it subconsciously and without intending too. The loss of her sanctuary had cut deeply, a wound that she felt freshly opened every time she had to remember it's destruction. He then mentioned her feathers, the context of his comment making her a little more uneasy than she wished. He wings tightened against her back, a throb from the silvery hued scars running down her forearms reminding her of how she had almost lost them. "Thanks, I guess. The fact that I still have them is not something I take for granted." Her words were not sharp or darkly toned, rather said in an absent-minded manner. There was still a streak of seriousness though underlying her response, a seriousness that spoke of how she would do whatever it took to keep her wings that way.
The old lady was ducking under drying and dying plants now, rummaging through a heap of what Kez could only describe as miscellaneous junk. Kestral relaxed a little more in the suddenly stiff posture she had taken, reminding herself that Tyrian most likely had nothing to do with the killing and capturing of the Bird folk she had grown up with. "Yes, I'm used to placed that are a little more toasty. As for the returning of your items, I find no use in holding on to them when I'm sure there's some needy customer ready to take it off your hands for a price as soon as we get to Solus. Besides, I'm sure you'll get to ask more if you tell some gullible fool that they might be able to levitate after the fabric touched the skin of a bird critter." She said the last word with extreme distaste, the two syllables parting from her lips as if they were streaks of angry lightening. Her despising of the word was quite clear from the way she formed it as if it tasted vile in her mouth.
He spoke of her home lightly, but him just saying the word out loud made her previously lightening mood darken once more. "I...was from there, yes." She used the past tense, emphasizing it subconsciously and without intending too. The loss of her sanctuary had cut deeply, a wound that she felt freshly opened every time she had to remember it's destruction. He then mentioned her feathers, the context of his comment making her a little more uneasy than she wished. He wings tightened against her back, a throb from the silvery hued scars running down her forearms reminding her of how she had almost lost them. "Thanks, I guess. The fact that I still have them is not something I take for granted." Her words were not sharp or darkly toned, rather said in an absent-minded manner. There was still a streak of seriousness though underlying her response, a seriousness that spoke of how she would do whatever it took to keep her wings that way.
The old lady was ducking under drying and dying plants now, rummaging through a heap of what Kez could only describe as miscellaneous junk. Kestral relaxed a little more in the suddenly stiff posture she had taken, reminding herself that Tyrian most likely had nothing to do with the killing and capturing of the Bird folk she had grown up with. "Yes, I'm used to placed that are a little more toasty. As for the returning of your items, I find no use in holding on to them when I'm sure there's some needy customer ready to take it off your hands for a price as soon as we get to Solus. Besides, I'm sure you'll get to ask more if you tell some gullible fool that they might be able to levitate after the fabric touched the skin of a bird critter." She said the last word with extreme distaste, the two syllables parting from her lips as if they were streaks of angry lightening. Her despising of the word was quite clear from the way she formed it as if it tasted vile in her mouth.