An enthusiastic nod and a ripple of Rilana's shimmery hair confirmed Trix's pronunciation.[color=00aeef] "It's an old family name. It refers to the winter lights that shine in the sky at night." [/color]

They began walking together, an Rilana found that having a native at her side made her no longer feel so alone and almost otherwordly in this place. It was nice to be able to turn and talk instead of hovering alone and uncertain. It was easier to smile politely when someone stared at her face or did a double-take at her accent when she could give Trix's arm a squeeze. Rilana was pretty, even by moon fey standards, but had not lived a life that lent itself to becoming used to the attention. She laughed, a sparkly sound that pealed softly. [color=00aeef]"How lucky I am to have found you! I will say I have no idea what to look for..."[/color]

And then Trix hesitated and the moon fey lost a step or two. It was quite sudden and the raven on her good shoulder fluttered to keep her balance. Injuries were a fact of life so Rilana was surprised that Trix's mind went straight to the tournament. How did she know? The moon fey stiffened, fretting about her actions on the arena floor. She hadn't exactly been invited to the fight. She wasn't sure what would happen if people here knew she could turn into a bear. The special ability of her people didn't seem to be well-known and she was paranoid that the stern Ebon Knights might find reason to treat her like a criminal.

[color=00aeef]"I...I was."[/color] Did she dare divulge just how much? Perhaps it was best not to. Not here, at least. Maybe in private, later. [color=00aeef]"My shoulder, I..."[/color] But Trix's face seemed to pale and her breath was quick, her body sagging somewhat against her. Rilana held her up, her face a mask of concern. [color=00aeef]"Are you alright?"[/color]

Her small palm came up to rub the human's back, her eyes glancing up and down the street in case she needed to call out for help. But then Trix was darting for the verge, leaving Rilana to cross her arms over her bust, her brows furrowed worriedly.

But it didn't seem that the pretty human, a bit blotched-faced now of course, was upset about Rilana herself.[color=00aeef] "It [b]was[/b] terrifying,"[/color] she agreed whole-heartedly, remembering her own clash with the horrible vile creature in flashes of blood-flecked savagery. 

Glad at the return to a safer subject: [color=00aeef]"I'm ready to take advantage of your expertise. But shopping first."[/color]

The threaded their way through the market with Rilana often pausing to marvel at just about anything that couldn't be had in her distant home. There were so many kinds of food, so many animals, so many crafts that she was unfamiliar with. But eventually she found an apiarist and bought not only a thick ceramic jar of honey, but a small wax-sealed bottle of honey-mead too. [color=00aeef]"Who knows how long it will be before I'm in a land with bees again,"[/color] she shrugged at the cost, forking over a couple of gold coins. The motion earned a wince. 

And a little bit later, they found an herb supplier and Rilana opened her medicine bag to reorganize all the little oiled leather sachets and pouches and tiny glass phials that held the samples of herbs and things. After so much time outdoors Rilana had a passing knowledge of plants that could be used for first aid, but it was clear she was no herbalist. Several of her supplies had gone stale from disuse. There were slightly different concerns for people roaming the Frostfell. For instance, the moon fey carried absolutely nothing in the way of anti-itch cream for insect stings because few bugs were a threat in those cold lands. Instead, she had about eight different things to help with frostbite and fever, including something fluffy and icy blue in a glass phial labeled in the Moon Fey language. She listened raptly to anything Trix might have to say on the matter, filing it away for future use, just as happy to learn from her as the human was to hear about dog training.

The un-named raven took to flitting off through the crowd, and each time Rilana expected it to be the last time she saw the bird. But it kept coming back, sometimes with a beak stained with the colour of some tidbit, sometimes with a random small object. A rusty metal fish-hook, a muddy copper coin, a piece of stained glass, a single earring. Each time, Rilana took the object and slipped it in her pocket. [color=00aeef]"You better not have stolen this from someone,"[/color] she warned, to which the white bird only cocked a beady eye and said [color=fff200]"Baaaahk. Finders keepers!"[/color]