Kire listened to Ysaryn answer her questions and decided she liked her even more, even as her mind tried to wrap itself around her explanation of her race. [i]Elf?[/i] It sounded like those children’s tales back home, about a time when magic was everywhere and dragons were plentiful. Kire gave her a small smile as Ysaryn noted how her opinion of Envy changed. “I hope they do glance a second time,” she murmured. They were all taking a leap of faith. Even Kire, after having been burned badly by Ikegai and the Gemini back home. 

“Your guardian?” Kire cocked her head. “You seem to be rather a capable woman already.” She paused, thoughtful. “Are you—authority back home? Like a princess?” She wasn’t sure if they had such things here. “I am curious why you’ve decided to stay here.” She thought about what Ysaryn had told her of her home. “I suppose it must be nicer here, not being hated the way you are back home.” 

Kire’s stomach growled, and she grimaced. “Do you have food to spare? I can gladly forage, or find my own meal. And—” she looked around, “—I don’t suppose you’ve seen Rulitus, have you?”