"I've heard of the Dragon Isles, though I've never been.  They do sound like an interestin' place to explore, though I'm not sure I'll get the chance. I'd not turn it down though, if I had opportunity to go there."  She pauses before asking the next question, but finally can't resist.  "Did you ever go to the...the casino there?" she asks, searching for the unfamiliar term.  "Do people ask you that a lot?  I've only heard of it in passin', and it sounded like a...unique place.  Bein' from there yourself, I was curious," she explains, hoping she isn't going to wear out her welcome by being the latest in a long line to ask him the question.<br/><br/>She listens calmly to his next speech, nodding intermittently, though not interrupting, waiting for him to both finish his thoughts, as well as his breakfast.  "Aye, I suppose most of us do look the same with clothes on, though the women do tend to have longer hair, generally," she says, with only a slight smirk of amusement.  His casual reference to unclothed people makes her wonder briefly just how many of them he's seen naked, but she doesn't know him well enough to ask, and simply offers a noncommittal shrug in answer to that particular observation.<br/><br/>"As for destiny, you may be right, though I don't usually spend much time ponderin' such things.  As for death bein' only the midpoint of things, I suppose for the thing involved, it seems more like an end, since they aren't around anymore after the fact, or at least not in the state to be appreciatin' much," she adds ruefully.<br/><br/>She watches him curiously as he seems to weave grass together out of nowhere, taking the proffered newly created bowl from him with a smile of thanks, admiring its workmanship with genuine appreciation.  "I'm afraid I don't have your talent for weavin' things, and all my ready made things are things I need to keep," she offers, suddenly wondering if she's expected to exchange some sort of gift with him, if she accepts something, not wanting to offend some cultural tradition she's not aware of.  "Still..."  She thinks for a second, before mimicking his earlier gesture, and bringing forth the wooden carving around her own neck, though in her case, it serves as merely something sentimental, rather than a symbol of worship.  Though well worn from years of handling, no matter how carefully, the fine craftsmanship of the piece is apparent in the detailed depiction of the eagle in flight, the rowan wood shaped to follow the contours, rather than simply being carved into a piece of wood itself.<br/><br/>"This was found with me by the people at the orphanage who named me," she explains simply, removing the leather cord from around her neck and setting the piece between them, so he can get a better look at it.  "And given the surname, you can guess when I was born.  I rather like them put together, if it's a bit...uninspired.  I...I don't generally go around tellin' strangers that much about me, but I...I didn't have anything to part with as a gift, and this is...somethin' important, and with value, that might substitute, at least in lookin' over it.  I'd like to keep it though, if you please.  As for what I am, I'm not a warlock.  My magic just...I suppose it was always with me, though it's only really showed itself in the past few years or so."  Her expression grows contemplative, as if she's considering adding more, but she shakes her head, still not knowing this strange creature well enough to simply say everything she's thinking.  She's said more than she usually reveals to strangers, and that only to explain what she's shown him, not having anything she considers suitable enough to part with as an impulsive gift offering.<br/>