With how little of information she had gotten from the locals so far, she wasn’t expecting much as she spoke of the fae once more, having since given up on the idea altogether. She was still curious of course, wanting to know about something that weighed so heavily on the belief of others but it was probably nothing she could find herself believing anyway. She loved fairy tales but that’s exactly what they were: tales. She had learned that the hard way as she never found her life to go the way of the stories, though she knew the common folk would say she was living the dream of luxury. It was a prison within her own eyes.
When Lorelei spoke, her head would lift up in mild surprise as she went on to speak of them, though it wasn’t all that informative, it did catch her attention. “So I hear,” she replied softly, her ears folding back on her head abashedly before allowing them to pop back up toward the other with great intrigue. “Can you t-tell me more? Teach me about them? I c-c-can’t talk to anyone at home about it, they’d think I’ve gone mad or been corrupted. It’s kind of sad how beliefs can d-d-divide everyone so much; so easily. Everyone should be able to get along…share in their beliefs,” her voice became softer and softer, if not rather weak in volume to the point it was nearly a whisper. She even sounded mad to herself the more she spoke, already able to hear her uncle's voice within her head telling her to shut up or be punished.
Taking in a breath, her gaze would trail down to her paws, fidgeting with her toes nervously. Maybe it was best she leave and go try to find her mother, surely she should be close by. Her gaze would shift up again when the stranger spoke again, offering some sentiment that made her smile, finding it sweet the other would humor her to such an extent. “Sounds like what many would c-call fate. Are they any different? Is fae and fate actually the same w-wwword just morphed by accident from language b-barriers?” she pondered, trying to determine if there was a valid connection when they were so close to sounding the same. Just one letter off. The fates, the muses, the fae. Philosophically her mind spun more than that of fantasy.
