He sighed at the Hase scorning her rash decisions so much. He enjoyed a bit of Rash thinking now and again. It kept the world new and unexpected and even whilst being a lawmen he enjoyed a bit of surprise. He shook his head.<br/><br/>"I have attempted to open communication with the Hume before..." he sighed, remembering his pointless talks with the cheif of his tribe and with his elder brother amongst his diplomat acquaintances. "I if had my way..our kind would at least have opened trade....the simple novelty of trade brings with it the exchange of culture...stories..art and method....so much is exchanged alongside material goods."<br/><br/>He blushed softly when her hair was settled back, revealing those strange markings that were obviously forced upon her. Raschen eyed the markings over her forehead and for a moment thought her bound to the Hase but he knew the Hume would not openly approve such things. He tilted his head, the gears obviously turning faster and faster in his skull as he analyzed the symbols. His ears flicked.<br/><br/>"Your talent is of the waters.." he muttered softly. That much he understood perfectly from watching her, his eyes moving to the rabbits ears. He huffed, that part of her markings confusing to him. He scratched the thin fur beneath his chin and ran a paw through his long tight braids a moment in thought, the beads clicking softly. He knew that among the Hume and Warren alike, the symbol of Hase was one of fertility.<br/><br/>His eyes opened wide a moment then narrowed again in a slight sign of disgust though he tried to hide it, eyeing the Hase and then her. "They expect you to be a breeding whore..." he muttered in disgust.