As she had exhibited pride for her tribe, so did the warrior display his pride in his weapon of choice. It was not the female's preferred for it lacked the intimacy of a close encounter, but she could respect his choice and learn to honor it. Least of all she could learn what benefit he saw in the weapon and perhaps share this information should her path cross the Nomads. She was not the type to simply dismiss an opportunity just because she did not favor the circumstance. She took such pleasure in the conversation that she did not want to appear dismissive in fear he would withhold future delectable details!
The future. The female suddenly lifted her head caught by her own subconscious thought. Strangely she found herself tending more to the pleasure of future discussions like that... which would assume she saw a future within these lands. She hadn't been among them a week and already her interest with residing within Ichika was growing more sound. Perhaps it was finding a kindred spirit that swayed her... Her shimmering hues brought the male before her into focus again drifting between the bow in his possession to his handsome face. Thoughtfully, she tail pat the ground. Very likely this circumstance was the cause of it all.
Eagerly her ears perked with the suggestion of a spar, dismissing all other thoughts of the future to the present. "Shepard says there is no greater demonstration than a spar. But if time is not in our favor-" she followed Jaden's gaze skyward noting too the sudden passage of time. They hadn't even noticed! "-we could spar another time." But what did the female have for the remainder of her day? Nothing, she supposed. Other than a snack and bed, she was a creature with little to occupy her time. She settled upon the gracious Shishen whilst raising a thoughtful claw to the tip of her muzzle. "For the rest of the day... I have only to find a small meal then rest for the morning. A Nomad's day starts as the sun begins its rise."