The obvious question followed Faryn's answer. What was it like living in the mountains? The blonde girl paused to think for a moment, wondering how to best describe her homeland. In truth she had been sequestered for much of her life thus far. Her experience of the Ozark winter was only recent, and yes, it was cold. "Y-yes, very cold. It takes some getting used to," she replied, with an honest shiver at the memory of the chilly wind that had blown against her the day she left her prison. To most, the cold would have seemed unpleasant, but for the formerly enslaved girl it had been invigorating. Over the weeks past since her escape, the cold had lost its invigorating quality for her, and instead took on its typical, unpleasant demeanor. Being out in it for prolonged periods, without a fire such as this one, was unhealthy.
When the white wolfess admitted that she was alright, and thanked her, the nervous girl couldn't help but smile. It felt nice to have someone appreciate her concern for them for a change. Gratitude had been such a rarity for the adolescent until recently. Mizu's next question was not as expected as the former, and the delicate luperci had to think for awhile. Skills? Did she have any of those? Certainly nothing special. Then again, even though she had hated doing them for her master, she was good at housework, and dancing. Oh how she had hated to dance for him, but the drugs he had addicted her to were a powerful motivator. She had learned to dance to various tunes, for her master would hire local musicians to come and play for him on occasion. Yes, perhaps those were her skills. "I don't know if you'd call what can do special, but I'm good at cooking, cleaning...and dancing," she replied. She didn't really take pride in her skills, for they were products of her suffering, but it was likely that over time she would learn to use them to help those around her, and that in turn would give her a reason to be proud of her gifts. Of course, as always, only time would tell.[/html]