“Well no. I don’t know. Maybe someone does worry but… I don’t know who? I’m not very close to many people.” She settled back, moving away from the fire so that she could stretch her long legs out in front of her. Her muscles felt tense and bunched from the day of walking and know from kneeling so long on the hard ground as they had worked. She lifted her head, trying to read the time by the sky above. More time had passed than she’d realized; she’d been so easy in Hilda’s company.
Her brows furrowed slightly at Hilda’s explanation of the witches, or what it seemed mages were more commonly referred to among her people. “You say the men can’t practice magic? What is the reason for that?” After all, magic was not so discerning as to be born only in females. Even though all of the mages that had come to the Keep from that Tower had been girls, had Aurin told her that both of his parents had been mages? And the Tranquil Constans had once been a mage before… whatever had happened to make him as he was. And Thren, though she only suspected in his case.
She shifted to tuck her legs in closer to her body, crossing them before her. Her fingers drummed idly against her thighs and smoothed over the leather of her pants as she smiled in Hilda’s direction. The blonde woman was blushing again, as it seemed she was prone to do when the topic of Ordhan came up. She was more than happy to steer talk in that direction, as it was certainly happier talk than speaking of her parents and her village, both of which were gone no matter how much she thought or spoke of them. Clearing her throat she nodded to Hilda. “You should think on it. We all grow up being taught to… do things a certain way. But beneath it all there is a certain point at which you must follow your heart. I… haven’t been doing a lot of that lately myself, so I might not be the best person to offer advice and it’s certainly been a long time since I’ve had a romance…” She smiled then, her expression a little wistful.
“As for my parents, thank you Hilda. It’s still hard for me. There are… things I need to deal with. It’s nice to know though, that when I do feel like talking, someone will be there to listen.”
She had to laugh at the next thing Hilda said though, and shook her head firmly. “No… I certainly don’t think that’s the case at all. I am doing my best though, to at least work up to being friends. We definitely started off on the wrong foot, he and I. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I tend to be a bit… violent in battle, aggressive. Oh hell, I enjoy fighting. And well, not everyone understands that.” She shrugged her shoulders easily enough.