Ridahne shrugged, though she didn't look up from her work. The skin was smudged black with streaks of red from small beads of blood but even through the ink her dark skin was reddened and puffy. It didn't seem to bother her much--after getting her ojih, a calf tattoo was nothing. She still thought the ribs were horrible though, especially for her since she was thin and didn't have much in the way of 'padding'. 

"I don't know...what did you farm? Tell me about your mother. Or about humans in general? Do you have special holidays and festivals you celebrate? I might be ancient by your standards but I have not left Azurei much. Some, but not much. I know little about humans and their ways." 

Mitaja gave a contented sigh and her huge paws kneaded the ground, claws leaving rents in the dirt as she did so. It was for Mark and his team that Mitaja had not been involved; she was as much of a warrior as Ridahne was, though she required no blades and no training. She had keen senses, speed, and very large teeth to aid her, and she was fiercely loyal to her handler. 

Ridahne frowned, considering. She had never seen a green tattoo before, though she had seen red before yesterday. Some of the Orosi occasionally used red ink in their ornamental tattoos (they did not have ojih like Azurei did), though they mostly used black. "I don't know how you would get green ink. I guess it is possible...and red I think you could mix with white but I don't know how that would actually turn out on your skin. Especially not mine. But we don't do that in Azurei. We use black, blue, and white. It's...just what is done. Those are the colors of Azurei, and we are proud of them. I guess I could get a red tattoo somewhere on my body and it wouldn't be wrong or anything, but definitely not on my ojih." She pointed to her face. "Those must be black, white and blue, and which color you use for which mark matters."