Looking over her shoulder to look upon the one who had joined her in this most calming of places, Seera is pleased to see a friendly face. The Ganmi clan genetics never failed, the girl who looked over Seera was equally, if not more beautiful... But that is of course, subject to taste. Seera reaches out a hand toward her opening her palm to insinuate an embrace.
"Names Seera, most call me The Canary. While my classmates sang the hymns of our village, whistled the melodies of our past, played the strings of their ancestors, I listened. I watched. I tasted... I do not understand these talents, but the being able to taste what you offer has assured me that they are a gift rather than a curse. May I ask your name? May I ask, our name?"
Seera's words were not from someone her age... She had matured quickly over the past few years of her life, being a child was no longer an option for her.