"No," Era chuckled to herself. "I was not raised in a town. Or much near one either." Her mother's home had kept clear of humans. Although, Era could not have said if that was from her mother's dislike or theirs. Either way, they had kept apart.
She was still keeping close to Penny, as though the woman were her defense against the outside world. But that didn't stop her from peering curiously at everything she saw. Most everything people did remained a mystery to her, and Era hated not knowing.
"Well..." she reflected over her answer. "It is very far from here. And so small that we do not have a name for it. But it was up in the mountains." She thought longingly of her home. "The air was so clear that you could see for miles and miles. And the winds were perfect. They would catch and whirl or rush around the crags. There's nothing like it." No, nothing at all. But that was a melancholy path. She redirected her meandering mind. "What about you? Have you always lived here?"