Ajoran smiled reassuringly at her and waved a hand. "No need to worry about this one. When we say it has very little alcohol, we mean very little indeed. In fact, I'm not sure you [I]can[/I] get drunk off it." He shrugged. "We let children drink it, here. You'll be fine, c'mon!" And though he had beckoned her, he did not move until Darin did. He'd never said it, or made any obvious indication of it, but the whole time he'd been walking just slightly behind the two women. Ridahne noticed, of course. He was taking up the rear guard. The tall elf couldn't help but feel a rush of joy when she thought about this, about him. He still loved her after all this time, and after all she'd done. She barely felt like she deserved it. And yet, there he was, instinctively standing guard over her sister because...well, that's what he did. 

Ridahne was chewing on a piece of delicate fried fish. "I'm glad you like it," she told Darin. "There's part of me that's excited to show you Atakhara, but only because it's...well, mine. It's not very special, to be honest. Don't want you to get your hopes up," she chuckled. "It's mostly a lot of dust and little huts, but it's my dust, and it is as much a part of me as my own blood, for better or worse. Someday, when we get to it, I'll have to show you Ajoran's home too, but it's further east, at the foothills of the mountains."
"It's almost as bare as Atakhara...but at least I've seen snow before." 
Ridahne made a groan of longing. "I have never seen snow, but I keep hearing about it. I can't imagine the air being so cold it freezes rain..." Probably too cold for her, honestly. 

At the same moment, both Ridahne and Ajoran's gazes shifted from one another to a swiveling scan of the area nearby. Ridahne's brows creased just slightly in that way they always did when she was searching for a scent in the air, or straining to hear some soft wilderness sound.
"Do you feel like...?"
"We're being watched? Absolutely," Ajoran answered, unconsciously taking a half step closer to Darin. Neither of them meant the gawkers that had been beleaguering them all day--they were quite obviously watching them (or rather, Darin) and yet had been harmless onlookers. Ridahne couldn't tell if what she was feeling was due to her training and perhaps even a sense of paranoia, or if it was what little connection she had to the seed, though she guessed if Ajoran was sensing it too, training sure had something to do with it. Still, it did not escape either of them that they felt the same itch at the same moment. 

"Should we go?" Ajoran asked.
"No...not necessarily." There was an edge to Ridahne's tone, a bite that hinted at anger. "This is my home. I'll give no ground.  If someone is out there following us, just let them show themselves, and they'll taste steel..." She looked to Darin. "If you want to stay, we will stay. If you'd rather go, we will go."