Mages were not free? The simple statement set Elsa reeling, her heart suddenly beating as if it would burst out of her chest. She had noticed that people seemed frightened of her ability, but she had never imagined that would be the reason. The other words meant nothing to her, chantry,apostate, but she frowned, picking at the sentence like a scabbed over wound. Clearly, if she was an apostate it was not good, it was something that needed hiding. She could not guess what the chantry was, it could be a title or a name for all it meant to her. She knew it was unwise to ask more questions, that she was walking a thin line already, but she could not control the urge. Imenry was talking to her, actually telling her things, unknowingly or not, and that was more than most had done since she was born. She realised then that the warrior woman was a more useful ally than half-enemy, and at once she adjusted her actions accordingly.
The other woman had longer legs and they were out of the small village before Elsa could quite catch up to her. With a final surge of movement, she managed to lay an arm on the woman's arm, not enough to stop her, but hopefully enough to give her the idea. "I'm sorry," she offered meekly, a tad more warmth inserted in her voice. "I'm going about this the wrong way." She didn't really think so, but it mattered little, she only needed th e warrior woman to speak to her more freely. "My name is Elsa Zerbino Vargas," she offered, her tongue pronouncing the foreign sounds carefully. "You are Imenry, no??" Elsa knew as much, but instinct ruled her now, the knowledge of how to smile slightly, how to angle her body just so to seem inviting, coming from somewhere deep inside her, where it had been locked away.
Shifting her shawl away from her head slightly, suppressing the urge to look away, Elsa wet her lips with her tongue. "I don't mean to sound abrupt, but things are..." a slight pause, that almost amused smile again. "quite confused. I am very grateful that you agreed to teach me though." The last statement was even true, she thought to herself, while watching Imenry's face, eyes darting around her figure to catch her reactions, both silent and otherwise.