Fern takes a few tentative, deer-like little steps closer to Kattrin where she sits by the fire, her curiosity over meeting another magic user warring with her bone-deep mistrust for humans. This woman is certainly a weird-looking one; Fern's never seen such clothes on the shemlen who used to come past the farm where she worked in Ansburg, and her accent is strange.
"You are one as well."
"How did you--oh," she stops herself, remembering the half-conjured defensive spell she'd managed when the woman found her in the creek. She flushes a little in embarrassment, then finds her courage and comes to sit next to Kattrin by the fire, under the guise of warming herself up. Not because she's interested in being social or anything absurd like that.
She sits quietly next to the fire for a few seconds, watching the fish could and discovering her hunger the more she smells it. Chewing her lower lip, she looks Kattrin's way again and admits, "I've never met another mage besides my aunt."
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"You are one as well."
"How did you--oh," she stops herself, remembering the half-conjured defensive spell she'd managed when the woman found her in the creek. She flushes a little in embarrassment, then finds her courage and comes to sit next to Kattrin by the fire, under the guise of warming herself up. Not because she's interested in being social or anything absurd like that.
She sits quietly next to the fire for a few seconds, watching the fish could and discovering her hunger the more she smells it. Chewing her lower lip, she looks Kattrin's way again and admits, "I've never met another mage besides my aunt."