[Athilea Majiri]

She laughed a little when he mentioned setting his house on fire. "I trust everyone was unharmed? Similar things have happened among my people. Usually with the really young, but sometimes with those that are not gifted with skills to cook." Cithien watched as he became more relaxed and that nagging sensation that something like this had happened before came back.

"I can paint and sing. I've never really tried playing any of my peoples instruments. I do not feel that my fingers are nimble enough for the strings on many of them, though I could probably play the drums well." The woman brushed some loose strands of hair from her face.

"It's been a long time since I've had a reason to sing though...or paint." Her shoulders slumped as she sighed softly. Cithien returned her gaze to the lake as a frown played on her lips.