Taika listened to what the other woman had to say with a stunning amount of rapt attention. It was not very often the young lady was able to hold herself still, but she managed in situations where she felt the utmost respect was owed. She loved listening to the stories of others. Hearing how their paths had led them to where they are. She found the way the world worked around everyone fascinating. She knew some looked at her and thought her belief in magic was a sign of insanity. After hearing the stories of the lives of others it was impossible not the believe in fate. Or magic. Or something that played a part in their lives. This woman had been already lived an incredible life, filled with both horror, wonder, sadness, and thrill. She stook before her with a smile still lingering on her face. It was a magic and a power Zeltzin clearly had within herself.

She tilted her chocolate head and studied her. It was far too foreign of a concept to Taika to truly be able to grasp. The idea of being able to travel still, while have an anchor home. She could not understand the lack of desire to possibly sleep in a different place every season, see new sights, or follow the wind wherever it blew. A smile graced her lips. It seems to be the life for me, it is true. It can get cold though. The smile grew even broader, and her eyes shined. Your home sounds lovely though, possibly because you have made it so. If it is the place where your family is, those who are closest to you… Maybe it was family that made a place an anchor home. She did not know what would happen if those close to her asked her to stay in one place. She did not know if her paws could ever stop moving.