Tanisha
*The Uto returned the gesture and sheathed his war cleaver, nodding back as she affirmed his assumption; giving her a brief once-over in his curiosity. She was clearly strong, her frame stark against her flowing gown. Kynia had little mind for romance, but knew beauty when he saw it. The words used to describe him had all been variations of 'cute', and much of his family had the same - the Cael family were all Macenised Uto, and something about the contrast seemed to charm people easily.*
"Kynia Cael. Good to meet Ehakli. What is that?"
*He chirped happily as he introduced himself, removing his beret and holding it to his chest, pointing a wing at the cairn, clearly enamoured with it.*
Brent
*When the weapon was sheathed, the tholian's hand on the grip of her weapon turned it to face the single edged side away, and her arm went to a rather crisp fold at her side with it tucked to face away. It seemed a rather militaristic, practiced motion, and was probably the closest equivalent she had to sheath. She clearly was not dressed for danger in this moment, the cloth laid out a few meters away with baskets and books and scrolls suggesting other intentions here.* 

*When Kynia offered his name, Ehakli seemed to search for familiarity in it, studying him. A Mattan envoy to the Republic courts perhaps? But whos court? She ruminated on this as she examined his feathers, but her attention was redirected to the cairn.* "This is," *She searched for the Homboxian words* "This is a grave-monument, it honors a servant of silnarian Hero-God *'Éliara'*. I am make study of grave-monument puzzle words." *Her violet eyes looked over the pretty cairn of polished stone, how the way it twisted in ripples on its lowered half looked something of a cloak that wrapped it. There were indeed silnari script carved into the main, sheer facing of it. Ehakli looked as it if it were something she admired as she lingered on it before looking back to th uto.* "Kynia Cael? A pleasure indeed. Are you a diplomat here? Your cap is of official look."
Tanisha
"Hero-God! Cool!"
*Chirruping in excitement at the mention of heroes and gods, he would trundle over to the monument and stare at its surface carefully, raising an arm and unfurling his wing to provide some cover. Puzzle words indeed, Kynia couldn't make heads or tails of it. He'd turn on the spot, returning his attention to Ehakli, he question perplexing him slightly - he didn't look at all like diplomat... Placing his beret on his head once more, he formulated a response, tapping a taloned finger against his cheek as he thought.*
"Diplomat? No, I am wanderer. I search for..."

*He trailed off as an existential question dawned on him. His journey had begun with a bitter desire to find answers from the members of his family who had gone to serve lords outside of Matta, to hold someone accountable for the toiling his siblings had gone through. But he quickly lost all leads, now convinced none of his family had left their little hamlet. What is it that he wandered for...? His family were worthless to him, yet what worth had he found in this world besides?*
"...I don't know, actually. But I wander."
*His response turned forlorn, his expression suddenly like storm clouds as he felt the conflict churn in his stomach. A small, forlorn chirp left his mouth, removing his beret again and fiddling with it.*