Blinking for a moment, Morana became a little worried that the girl before her seemed to be saying sorry for something. But she hadn't done anything wrong...unless the tribal girl had led her to think she had. Immediately, the dark haired female became somewhat panicked and apologetic, her hands held up and waving as she shook her head, trying to show that there was nothing to be sorry for.
"N-No, pl-leas-se, I'm n-not e-eith-ther...g-good at t-talk-king t-to p-peop-ple th-that is," she stuttered, calming down a bit, taking in deep breaths before continuing, a warm and kind look on her features. "B-But I alw-ways enj-joy th-the s-st-tor-ries and f-facts y-you t-tell m-me Z-Zef-fir-ris."
Some might question the autheticity of the girls words, but those people would only get a confused look and a shy smile in return. Her replies might have been somewhat fumbled, but nevertheless, they were genuine. Morana was always curious and interested in whatever company she could get, and Zefiris had become a dear friend to her. The other girl was so full of knowledge and sound advice, she was truly someone the tribal girl felt herself to be completely different from.
And yet...at the same time, they were rather similiar as well.