Meirin followed Locas, a bit concerned with how... Open he was. She was just being polite when she offered her name, and she certainly didn't expect that he'd actually want to talk to her. But she supposed it wasn't too bad; at least she won't be spending the feast alone. And it wasn't as though Locas was an ugly or despicable man, simply that he seemed rather straightforward and a bit commanding. But at least he didn't dance around what he wanted, even if he's a bit eloquent about it. When he asked her what she bleed, she was able to quickly deduce that he meant what her mageblood was. Simply accounting on that idea that it was the only thing she could imagine that he's trying to ask, and if she gets it wrong, well, he could always correct her. [b]"I am told that I have an Ancient Mageblood. Weaving, to be precise. To use movements to create magic. I think it's rather fitting, given how I grew up, but I am still a novice."[/b]