"No, like I said. Go ahead and use them. You'll get more use out of them, anyway, and like I said. Once I've finished with this? I'll have quite enough feathers to last a lifetime." Tabris assured him. Putting the feathers in clothing was a smart idea, though. Maybe if she brought down another bird she'd try it. But in the meantime, she'd give it to him. She wasn't going to prioritize herself over a child.
She doesn't bother to tell him that she has no idea what a yankee was. It wasn't relevant to the conversation, and she didn't feel like being the one to try to explain the different worlds to this boy. She had no idea how to even start, really. An adult she would have been frank with, letting them work out the mind reeling. But kids...how do you tell a kid that? She had no idea. Her dog probably would have been better suited to the task.
She nods when he takes the fish and starts to clean it. Decent enough, and with no qualms about the mess. They'd have to bury everything later, though. Try to keep the predators from smelling it. "It's not my forte, I'll admit. My weapon before was a large axe--Quite different, as you might imagine. But they don't give us much choice about our weapons here, and the scythe will serve well enough. If people don't want to die rough, they won't mess with me." She replied easily, inspecting the weapon. Definitely different, though not entirely dissimilar. You cut in an arc, putting your strength into the swing. She'd be able to use it to kill, she had no doubt.
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She doesn't bother to tell him that she has no idea what a yankee was. It wasn't relevant to the conversation, and she didn't feel like being the one to try to explain the different worlds to this boy. She had no idea how to even start, really. An adult she would have been frank with, letting them work out the mind reeling. But kids...how do you tell a kid that? She had no idea. Her dog probably would have been better suited to the task.
She nods when he takes the fish and starts to clean it. Decent enough, and with no qualms about the mess. They'd have to bury everything later, though. Try to keep the predators from smelling it. "It's not my forte, I'll admit. My weapon before was a large axe--Quite different, as you might imagine. But they don't give us much choice about our weapons here, and the scythe will serve well enough. If people don't want to die rough, they won't mess with me." She replied easily, inspecting the weapon. Definitely different, though not entirely dissimilar. You cut in an arc, putting your strength into the swing. She'd be able to use it to kill, she had no doubt.