Fiera was silent for a moment, not replying anything to Quinta right away. She was a bit surprised at the reach of the woman's tale, about all that had happened to her, and the sheer thrill of learning about magic like that threatend to cloud her judgement during the tale already. She was fascinated, yet at the same time a bit frightened at the sheer depth of this woman's abilities.<br/><br/>"If you had told your story like you told us now, I imagine we would have thought you crazy unless we saw what we did. Crazy, or dangerous, or both. It sounds like you have a gift that is strong, but hard to control." She stepped a bit closer. "I wonder why the bird attacked us though? You wanted them to take you too? Yet they came after us, who came to help you." Her eyes narrowed at the woman.<br/><br/>"That is the part I want to understand now." She waited, if this tale would make sense, she would offer her pity and mercy to this poor woman, she had perhaps meant well and been pressed to the situation, and it had gotten out of hand, but yet if she was wielding such power and it was out of her control she was not sure if there was anything more merciful than giving a nod to Quinta afterwards.