Aedre watched as the two interacted. Thren seemed ultimately embarrassed by Po, while the dwarf seemed happy enough in his own humours. She let herself smile as she appraised the two. Po she offered a warm smile to, but to Thren she offered a knowing grin combined with raised eyebrows. Indeed, she had heard what the dwarf had said. And even though mirrors were not something the Chasind were known to have, she was quite aware of her prettiness. If it was not from the looks in the village, she saw it in the reflection of the river.
As Thren was debating his excuses for Po’s behaviour, Aedre was turning to hear his comment on her name. “I am afraid that I cannot take credit for my name. It is what my parents gave me; I had no say in the matter.” She laughed at his next comment, choosing simply to not comment on that. It was a sweet statement with a twinge of inappropriate undertones. She chose to ignore it. He was a sweet old man, indeed, but his attentions were certainly concentrated on someone who was uninterested in the games of attraction. This fact was especially apparent when it came from older dwarves, though she would never say it outright. Her mother had taught her better than to commit such a fault in manners and reasoning.
“It is a pleasure to meet you, Thren,” she looked at the teenager before glancing back to the dwarf. “And Po. I can safely say that I regret being sent away while the two of you were here. From what I have heard, you two were very entertaining.” That was certainly a nice way of saying that their arguments were quite interesting. But, to be truthful, they had contributed new tales to the fires and she was sad to have missed them. She very much enjoyed learning new things.
“Well then I am relieved," she breathed, pausing for a moment to set her hands back to her sides. "More recently, yes, I have started traveling quite a bit. It has opened my eyes to many other things. I wish to do more traveling in the future, but alas I do not think that will happen for many years yet. I know that I will feel the same as you do when I decide to move on.”
Crossing her arms, she levels Thren with an interested look. “And where are you to travel next? My mother has told me of your stories and the many places you have been to. I have never been outside of the Wilds.” She looks to Po and smiles genuinely. “I wish that I could have heard your stories.”