Karin smiled at Cyrene, benignly. "Ah, so you are Cyrene. You look... different from when I saw you last." The girl wondered why she would want to move, she'd looked settled in the forge previously, but now didn't seem the time to ask.
She nodded at the mention of Lhavit, although didn't say anything about it herself. Truth be told, she hardly cared about the direction she was going on with the Mischief. For her, it wasn't the final destination, but the journey that mattered. Being on the sea, even if it was in a place like this, was her balm and her blessing.
Cyrene was an enigma, though. She had most definitely been an Isur, and now she was this beautiful creation. One a blacksmith, the other a singer. Although, now she thought about it, the woman had been singing in the forge. It just sounded so very different in this atmosphere rather than the dirty, smoky atmosphere of Kitrean Krafts.
Feeling somewhat out of place in the current conversation, the girl mentally stepped back from her companions, and observed. This Valerius seems... strange. But it was when the man mentioned 'Ethaefal' that she started. Was this what Cyrene was? She knew very little about the beings, having ever only heard the rumours about the lady in the bathhouse in Alvadas being one.
She decided to stay and listen to the other woman's song. Then she would stay for the conversation, find out what she could, and then go down to her cabin to sleep. Her evening was free of work or chores, and besides, she was curious. And despite her opinion of Cyrene, which sometimes bordered on something close to apprehension when she remembered her Isur heritage, she did enjoy this link to Alvadas, however tenuous. The unfamiliar familiar face...
She nodded at the mention of Lhavit, although didn't say anything about it herself. Truth be told, she hardly cared about the direction she was going on with the Mischief. For her, it wasn't the final destination, but the journey that mattered. Being on the sea, even if it was in a place like this, was her balm and her blessing.
Cyrene was an enigma, though. She had most definitely been an Isur, and now she was this beautiful creation. One a blacksmith, the other a singer. Although, now she thought about it, the woman had been singing in the forge. It just sounded so very different in this atmosphere rather than the dirty, smoky atmosphere of Kitrean Krafts.
Feeling somewhat out of place in the current conversation, the girl mentally stepped back from her companions, and observed. This Valerius seems... strange. But it was when the man mentioned 'Ethaefal' that she started. Was this what Cyrene was? She knew very little about the beings, having ever only heard the rumours about the lady in the bathhouse in Alvadas being one.
She decided to stay and listen to the other woman's song. Then she would stay for the conversation, find out what she could, and then go down to her cabin to sleep. Her evening was free of work or chores, and besides, she was curious. And despite her opinion of Cyrene, which sometimes bordered on something close to apprehension when she remembered her Isur heritage, she did enjoy this link to Alvadas, however tenuous. The unfamiliar familiar face...
