The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.
She has a lot of flare, erring on the dramatic side, so immediately he knows she takes herself quite seriously and he begins to wonder if all of this Moladion place was so inclined. If so, it would be a sorry stay for him, if he remained at all. She also seemed disinclined to thank him for his stern tone and implication that she did not properly ask her question. If she did not commonly speak, then he supposed he could see why she might turn grumpy over his demanding she specify for him.
Women, thinking men can read minds, puh.
She obliges for now, though he knows well enough not to push limits with short-tempered wolves, and he nods a thanks to her for her specificity. “Misr.” It is a simple answer, but he does not think she has ever heard of a place that had taken him so very long to travel from. No, indeed, she was too young to have ever made it. He tilts his head a moment when she stirs again, but remains idle - unwilling to be made to move just because she was forward and blunt in her decision to create physical contact. With her so close, she would be easily given reribution if she strayed into damaging his person.
She coils, walking around him as best as she can while he still stood, burying her muzzle into his scruff as he inclined his head to do the same. She smelled of plains, but also of a great many deaths. It is a stale smell and he does not linger as long as she does, but he does not rush this very physical greeting one iota.
“Do not fit. New. You are?”
“Atum.”
His answer does not ask for hers in return, knowing that at least in Misr, commonbred folk often believed the soul was tied to the name and to have a stranger speak it was to give them power over the person themselves. True Naming was a deadly curse, but one he had learned had no power-- at least outside of Misr. He watches her return to sitting and tilt her head, noting how much of her attention remained on the world around them both. The silence that followed was not one that made him uncomfortable, nor did he encourage her further. She is the one who had come and spoken and he felt no need to badger her with an onslaught of speech.
Instead he sits as well, now, and trains his eyes on her expectantly.
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