Lori
The mothfolk gave a slow nod. Unless she directly insulted Vhun's own lack of speaking skill, there was very little that she could do to actually offend her. Though she was quite certain she had less lived experience than Iona, she was beginning to think that she had thicker skin. Her head tilted. She wasn't sure if Iona had contradicted herself, or if she was simply stupid. She wasn't going to question it. Slowly, she gave a nod.

A strange little click left Vhun as Iona spoke what was apparently her name. How had she landed on that? She was fairly certainly that a name was a name regardless of language of origin. Did their alphabet differ in some way? Or... The way that they spoke sounds? Perhaps there some some sort of misunderstanding as to that. Maybe that was why she'd asked Vhun to say her name more than once. Her hands set back to writing. Perhaps that was just how one who spoke Goliath would read her name aloud?

*Why did you say it in that way? Does Goliath not allow for names to be spoken as they are?*
Kelli
*Iona would rub the back of her neck as she must have messed up their name more than she thought. It was so much different from common and it always sounded differently. Even her own had a different sound but she was trying.*


"Some letters are not the same sounding as they would in common. The roughness of the language just changes words more. I'm sorry if it didn't sound correct I was trying to make it sound correct." 

*Iona would rub her amulet a bit as she looked off towards some of the stands. Best to just stay talking in common.* "Have you been a seamstress for a long time? Is there any like tips you know that help?" 

*Iona would look back at them as she gave a small smile, trying to move on a bit from the awkwardness she was feeling with how the conversation was at times. Maybe she could learn a bit more about them without pushing it too far.*
Lori
Vhun was just a bit grateful for how impassive her face was in this moment. It wasn't only that she didn't want her own confusion to be as clear as it could have been, but also that she didn't want this woman to default to her as a source of emotional support. She was not good at that. She gave a few more long, slow-nods. She didn't want to be rude, but there was no point in being cruel.

*All of my adult life, yes.*

She didn't want to admit that she'd only been considered an adult for three years. Though that was perfectly acceptable by the standards of creatures such as Iona, anyone who knew anything about mothfolk would realize that this placed her at just about thirteen years old. She gave Iona a moment to read her writing, then turned the book back to herself and continued writing.

*What problems are you having?*

Her clothing just looked old and worn through. That wasn't really fixable with skill, save for the tears in the hem of it. Vhun's gaze had settled on the amulet around Iona's neck. Interesting.
Kelli
"So you been doing it for a few years. It seems like a good trade to learn. Do you enjoy doing it?" 

*Iona was happy enough to move onto a different topic as it was something she did like seeing since there was so many different styles that others had done before. She couldn't of course do much for her own style but that was more just because they needed to be durable for long use and able to be free enough to hunt without it hindering her.*

"It's not exactly problems I'm facing its more I'm really bad at keeping my thread from being far apart or I'm snapping it because I made it too tight. I don't know how to exactly fix my habit of doing that. Might just not be cut out for making clothes. I'm better with a knife or my violin usually."

*She would look over at some passing people as she kept rubbing her amulet. It wasn't much just a flat stone carved with an intract design held up by a braided leather cord. It was worn from her constant rubbing on it and gave off a small glow. The place were her familiar resided in.*