Re: Bridget and Orion
Bridget glanced over at the woman who spoke to her. She'd seen her around a few times at the trading post or during pan-clan gatherings like this one. An Enk by choice if she remembered right and Bridget had to refrain from making a crude remark. Why would anyone be stupid enough to remain an Enk by choice in this world? It made no sense to her, but if that was what the other woman wanted Bridget wasn't going to rub her nose in the choice either.
"You don't hear rhythms much? You can make anything give a rhythm, I'm partial to drums myself."