Janna turned her attention to the man who had replied to her. He was tale and pale, with long ebony hair that had an unnatural blackness to it - it was as though no darker pigmentation could be achieved. Before he had even began speaking in a tongue she could understand, Janna could tell the man was not an enemy. Nonetheless, boasting social skills equal to that of driftwood, Janna once again became disengaged with the conversation and her attention was drawn back to Vinur, whom she rubbed affectionately as though the rock were a cat nestled into her lap.
As the conversation around her continued, Janna was practically oblivious. Anyone paying her the slightest regard would notice her frequent mutterings in her native tongue, directed at the orange crystal as though she and the rock were engaged in some heavily one-sided conversation. "En, Vinur, hví þarf ég að kynna mig?" she complained like a small child questioning their mother's authority, then paused as though waiting for a response. "Ég vil ekki að vingast við þá." she persisted, as though challenging the rock, before her face dropped into submission. Gott og vel, en ég er ekki ánægður."
Immediately, interrupting the dwarf that currently spoke completely, the flame-haired Elf stood up sharply from her perch upon the rock. "My name is Janna Krrristallaðurrr. I am frrrom Vitarrria." she declared, her thick words tinged with both defiance and reluctance as she did so, clearly not agreeing with the idea of being social. "This is my frrriend, Vinurrr," she said, watching in confusion as the group looked around blankly, seemingly unable to find the man she was introducing. She cleared her throat coyly and sat back upon the rock, visibly offended by the lack of welcoming they had shown her friend. She pouted like a child as she whispered words of comfort into the orange depths of the crystal, glaring at the others from the corner of her eyes as she did so. Rudeness and arrogance was but another reason for Janna to reject the idea of interacting with other beings.