Traydon River

This river is famously known for its fish!

-A Dangerous, yet Beautiful Art.
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Urumi's ears remained perked up, as better to hear Cashel. Not being able to see, her other senses remained alert. Smell and sound were most important, and touch was equally valuable in many situations. Her tail waved slightly when she heard Cashel respond. It was always a relief when someone responded. At times, if she came across a strong scent and there was no response, she feared her nose had failed her. Typically, the two-toned fem got past it, even if she did get around well enough. It was that stroke of luck that made most think she wasn't blind until closer inspection.

She settled onto her haunches, figuring this was a good time to sit in chat, if Cashel was willing anyway. "I would imagine so, with the snows coming soon," she said, "I've heard the fishing in Traydon is good, but never really dared to try." There was a hint of disappointment in her voice. Her lack of fishing skill was somewhat disheartening, but better to be safe than to get washed down river and potentially drown. Her ears swiveled towards the sound of the water, but her attention remained fully on the brute. "I'm not disturbing your meal, am I?" she question, worried she might be intruding.

But Cashel seemed nice, so she somehow doubted she was, but it never hurt to ask. Better to ask than to be told off, she figured. "I'm Urumi, by the way," the tan and white fae introduced herself, feeling somewhat foolish now for not having done so sooner.

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