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Uncultured
The group danced between a dozen themes and thoughts through a conversational bender. Endless content was covered, and Ayana recorded every scrap as humans were a code she would break soon enough. Amalia was the best cipher because she spoke with great detail, but the huntress was equally engaged when Freya mentioned strength training — she could use an extreme workout plan.
Like most elves she punted raw-power and honed natural talents instead. Those customs were never questioned or reformed back home, even though improving weakness made as much sense as sharpening strengths. Ayana was curious about the benefits of 'the burn' and wanted to experience weight training first hand — even if she hated it. And so she answered with a bubbly "Freya! Yes you must teach me someday! We can lift boulders and do up-pushes while yelling out numbers. I've seen human workout techniques and they're quite interesting. Masochistic even!" she exclaimed as another trout snagged her hook by-chance.
Ayana was accustomed to fishing now, and used body momentum to drag her second catch from below the waves. She succeeded once a short struggle was through, and tossed her catch three meters to where the container rested upon the grass-covered ground. The accuracy was flawless, her mood was made even more overconfident, and her posture was ridiculous when she stood hands to hips and chest forward — as a conquering queen would when thinking 'Catching fish is too easy! I'm becoming an expert so fast! Soon I'll be a force in Centos fishing circles' she went about the relaxed hobby.
Meanwhile a new person was among them. Another human he was, sporting a darker complexion than average Centosians. Ayana wondered 'is he southern?' as northerners were damned pasty. She also wondered who the man was and why he was here.
Not knowing an ounce about Jace, Ayana scoured for obvious information. Maybe her pale and darting eyes would uncover an errant church symbol or hidden weapon? Maybe there were clues that would reveal sordid truths about who he was! But unfortunately there weren't easy answers available and conclusions were impossible. Ayana could only hope he was a decent person, as Helena accepted his catch.
The mother wanted more massive bluefins because the scaled jewelry they made — her daughter had something to do with it. More human strangeness that was. Adornments served no purpose and the huntress skewed her head like a curious cat when Helena was done explaining. Then the huntress looked the water's way and openly wondered "Maybe we will find more chunky bluefish down-stream.... where the lake is I believe? I can't understand why you humans like jewelry, but I don't mind helping and my pole will be more useful there too! But in the meantime, who are you?" she asked with an inquisitive stare, looking to Jace suspiciously before adding...
"Are you a member of any dangerous criminal groups? Are you with a mage guild? Or the inquisition church? Or the government?" she quizzed, concealing intent with three smokescreen questions — meant to keep church connections concealed. And when the group eventually walked and talked, she would keep a close eye on the young man, making sure nothing shady was underfoot. One could never be too careful.
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