[ olivia has spent all her life traveling from region to region, crossing borders and mountains and rivers. hard floors have only ever been a luxury for her, so she brightens considerably when he makes mention of the clearing. ]
Oh... that sounds perfect. [ she smiles warmly, looking quite eager for the chance to move as she loves to again.
—but this breakfast hadn't meant to be about her, so when he speaks about himself (tentatively, uncertainly, as if he weren't used to having to answer such things, let alone think about them), she turns her attention back towards him, head canting a bit. ]
sounds good to me! C:
Oh... that sounds perfect. [ she smiles warmly, looking quite eager for the chance to move as she loves to again.
—but this breakfast hadn't meant to be about her, so when he speaks about himself (tentatively, uncertainly, as if he weren't used to having to answer such things, let alone think about them), she turns her attention back towards him, head canting a bit. ]
Are you a hunter, where you're from?