"Sizdun miur revu taetyu, Iummae nomi..." Maishann finished her solemn prayer, opening her brown eyes back to the world around her. She smiled, thankful for the lack of interruptions. Though, to be entirely honest to herself, it was a little lonesome. Ever since she came to these lands... It was so different from the tribe or the convent. There she always had her family and her sisters in arms. But she was called by her Goddess to these lands for a reason.<br/><br/>She may have been immune to fear, but she was a stranger in a strange land and didn't exactly fit in. If not her dress or mannerisms, then her speech. The tribal looked over at the clothes she set out to wear for the day. It was a start... And her common wasn't exactly perfect yet, but it was still much better than it used to be. She was trying really hard... Flora made it look easy.<br/><br/>Maishann wasn't too smitten with the dress, but it fit well and seemed to be fashionable to the locals. All in all she looked a little unnatural in it, at least to anyone who knew the woman well. She was more accustomed to shooting tree branches in half than wearing a dress and collecting flowers. The warrior brushed her hair back and sighed. Time to eat. If there was one thing she liked about these foreign lands, it was the opportunity to try new and interesting foods...<br/><br/>When she went back inside to the inn, the war maiden saw Heleg. What would he think of her new attire? Hopefully he wouldn't tease her or anything, not like that feline one... She approached her comrade, "Good Morninn, 'Eleg." She said, offering a smile, "Did you rest well?"<br/><br/>"Where is Ff-Fvv.. V-vrola? Still a-aesleep?"