Nakreyya's unnaturally long ears perked at the sound of footsteps, a trio if she was counting right. Her hand came up to her face, and she flicked the eyepatch down to cover the disfigurement around her eye. Once the magic in her glass eye had seeped into the eyepatch enough, it could be heard making small whirring noises. As the trio of travelers approached Nakreyya leaned back in her seat, watching the more inquisitive of the women come to the table, leaning over her birds, and inspecting them. 

Nakreyya was an angular woman, with sharp cheekbones, a sharp nose, and sharp eyes. Her features did very little to make her look friendly. The stoic expression she wore certainly didn't help there either. She did not believe these three meant her any harm - but looks, as ever, could be deceiving. She watched as a freckled human girl walked up to her table, delighting visibly in the small birds Nakreyya had been making. 

"I like these," the girl said. She looked at Nakreyya then, and smiled. Nak wasn't much accustomed to that reaction from people. If her slightly haughty and icy demeanor didn't scare people away, then the scarring around her eye usually did the trick. "They are beautifully crafted. I don't know much about clockwork though... I think... but it looks like precise work... like you care a lot about your craft." 


Nakreyya wasn't quite sure how to respond.  Her good eye flicked from the young woman to the other two standing behind her. The other two were regarding her more carefully. She didn't sense suspicion or hostility, but regard all the same. Nakreyya was an unknown element. She inclined her head once to the trio, "Thank you for the compliment. My work is my life." 

 ".. I hope we're not bothering you much though.. we've just been walking most of the day - off to explore dwarven ruins - but figured a rest might be in order.." The girl talked some more, and Nakreyya found one edge of her lips quirking upwards in a half sort of smile. The girl's cheer was somewhat infectious. Nakreyya appreciated her guileless honesty. Her interest was piqued at the interest of ruins. So far this place was shaping up to be a fine place to be; if these individuals were indicative of the normal person one could expect they were not afraid of magic, or her mechanica; they seemed to harbor no ill will toward elves; and there were ruins somewhere about. Nakreyya could not ask for more. 

"You are welcome to a bird, child," she said. Her voice was tinged with a lilting accent. The girl had done her a service, after all - and it would be impolite to not honor that service, even if the girl had no idea she had gifted such a boon. "Take whichever you prefer, they are designed after the songbirds from my home city. And if you require rest, you may come to my fire. It's customary among the hunters of my people to offer their kills to travelers. Often a kill is too large for one, and meat goes to waste." 

Nakreyya motioned with one hand toward the deer creature which was still spit roasting over the fire next to the creek. Nakreyya's nightmare horse, Anzu, let out a snort at the invitation. She glanced over at him, "You don't even like the cooked meat, so I don't know why you're complaining." 

A hunter Nakreyya may have appeared, but there was something else to her as well. Her shoulders were too straight, her mannerisms too neatly executed. No matter how long she had traveled, and how far she was from home - her noble lineage was something she was unwilling to release. She carried herself in every way as though she were still a woman of title, a woman of wealth. 

					[@Lyla] [@Silvan Haven]