Odd little bunny... it ate like a damn goat ; whatever happened to be in front of it.  Strange little ball of adorable death-making, it was...<br/><br/>Breakfast and a blessed farewell from the older woman, and it was down the road they'd go.  The trip was long, silent, but not a terrible pace for the most part.  Shockingly the frail woman was quite quick; a rather impressive feat she'd have to say, considering how frail she was.  At least, she<em>looked</em>frail...<br/><br/>Finally there were words spoken, and it kind of catches Lisra off-guard.  She pauses,<del>checking several posts up</del>recomposing her thoughts, and finally provides an answer.<br/><br/>"I believe you said... 'any who wears a gift of the Storms must be a friend' or something like that." she said, nodding afterwords "Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's what you said.  I was wondering which thing of the little that I'm wearing is the 'gift'; I've picked up quite a bit, and I don't necessarily know the origins of it all..."