“A Kelvic,” Siiri repeated. “Interesting.”
She knew about the race of shapeshifters of course, though she'd never been so close to one before now. None of the other warriors of her tribe had ever been bonded to one. At least, none that she knew of. She also knew of their reputation: companions favored by some warriors compared to the usual beasts gifted to the Myrians by Caiyha and Navre. Considering the disposition of this one, she must be a proud beast in her animal form. Siiri nodded at the girl, though her eyes never left her. The gesture might not be enough to signify equality between them but it was a sign of respect nonetheless, the most that she could reasonably offer the other.
Vhana's reply earned her an arched eyebrow from Siiri. “Your words speak of seeking answers but you move as if you do not even know the question. You look lost.” She gesture around her, at the people milling about in the market grounds. “Look around you. You are surrounded by warriors. Hunters. Killers. What has led you here?”
She paused in her monologue to peer up at the sky, her frown knotting her brow once more. “This light fall does nothing but cause the heat to seep out of the ground. Makutsi does tease us before bringing in the torrents.
“Come, walk with us. I do not think you will find your answers in the muddy grounds of the marketplace. You've gotten past the gate guards without a scratch, you need not worry about us pulling a blade on you.” Siiri's tone was light when she voiced the last part but she was not sure if Vhana knew enough about Myrian culture to perceive it as a light jest and not some sort of underhanded threat. She did not worry much however; the skeletons of outsiders displayed at the gates should be enough to tell visitors of what to expect from the people residing within. That was not important. What was important was whatever this lost Kelvic hoped to find in Myri's city.
Siiri had to admit to herself that the girl had piqued her interest. If Vhana found her answers without prying for Myrian secrets, then well and good. If not, well, there's no need to worry about that, really. They were in Taloba. What could go wrong?