The quick flicker of mistrust at the elf's uneasy evasion of his question over her blade would have been missed by all but the most intuitive of folk, and it was quickly replaced by a small chuckle to the end of the buffalo story. Korra clapped her hands and giggled as Keiro stood and took her bowl," Of course," He said with a genuine smile, ladling some more soup into the bowl and slipping it back to the elf as he sat down to finish his own.
"Pappa's stories are about battles and great heroes and ancient monsters that don't prowl the earth anymore," She said 'prowl' with immense pride. She had only just learned what it meant a few days ago," Why don't you tell her one of your stories, pappa?"
Keiro chuckled," I don't think she would find them interesting. However, I have been wondering..." He leaned forward, his keen eyes buried into the female," How have things been in Aeine? It has been a long time since I have been there, and news is hard to come by these days," Everyone knew what that meant. Famine would have brought travelers with news, prosperity would have meant ballads making their way here about court politics and duels, and plagues would have brought hordes of emigrates to say so. No news meant war.