<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Listening, she leaned her head against her arm and Janaece's shoulder. A small happy sigh escaped her. "You have a nice diversity on that island... The Cantoth Clan has an island to themselves... A way of preserving the innocence of the race... A life-long mate has to be tested and approved of but the elders and the Patriarch."<br/><br/>She didn't seem unhappy about her family setting, actually she figured it the best way... If things had gone the way her mother had wanted, Markien and herself may have turned out different, maybe not even of Cantoth blood. The bloodline did not mix well with others, due to the metal content of the blood. Also, life expectancies between the different races..<br/><br/>"Honestly, these are not my specialty. I have a short sword that I prefer..." A soft chuckle. "I only brought this because it was small, easy to use quickly, and well.. It is always loaded, not sure why."<br/><br/>"I am sure Markien would welcome you to our home... and ship, as right now the two are the same... Neither of us have seen home in nine years... Actually, hmm... We are expected to return, to show my progression... I forgot that it was close..." <br/><br/>"Hmm? Really?... I guess I had not heard anything yet... That is something to keep an ear out on." She was not sure of this 'mystery', but maybe it would be interesting to learn about.</span>