Shalan finished her bread without butter, deciding against the foreign condiment, her eyes watering as she tried to fight yet another yawn. "Temple of the Fates?" She raised her gaze, her attention caught by this off name. Was it like a Temple for the Gods? Lifting the bowl to her lips, she drank a good amount of the broth, quickly mopping up what dribbled over her lip.
To her credit, she kept her face calm when he asked about her sword, her eyes trained on her bowl. "My sword?" She spooned a chunk of meat into her mouth. "Its an heirloom. My father's. Or was. Taken in victory in an old battle." Hopefully, her tone didn't betray the slight exaggeration of the truth.
"As far as stories, I'm afraid I don't have many." Shalan quickly tried to sidestep the topic of her sword. "I keep relatively isolated. As you can imagine, elves are not welcome everywhere. Hence my reaction to your hospitality." She took another large spoonful and chewed. "The single story I can think of that would interest either of you, even if mildly, was when I was camping on the edge of a reserve, and suddenly a herd of buffalo came running. My options were to be crushed to death by their hooves or grab my belongings and run." Shalan gave Korra a secretive smile. "I think I had run perhaps five miles with them before I was able to find a safe place to hide."
Finally looking at Keiro again, Shalan held out her bowl. "May I trouble you for another serving?"
To her credit, she kept her face calm when he asked about her sword, her eyes trained on her bowl. "My sword?" She spooned a chunk of meat into her mouth. "Its an heirloom. My father's. Or was. Taken in victory in an old battle." Hopefully, her tone didn't betray the slight exaggeration of the truth.
"As far as stories, I'm afraid I don't have many." Shalan quickly tried to sidestep the topic of her sword. "I keep relatively isolated. As you can imagine, elves are not welcome everywhere. Hence my reaction to your hospitality." She took another large spoonful and chewed. "The single story I can think of that would interest either of you, even if mildly, was when I was camping on the edge of a reserve, and suddenly a herd of buffalo came running. My options were to be crushed to death by their hooves or grab my belongings and run." Shalan gave Korra a secretive smile. "I think I had run perhaps five miles with them before I was able to find a safe place to hide."
Finally looking at Keiro again, Shalan held out her bowl. "May I trouble you for another serving?"