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Yngvara didn't have many friends. In fact, she didn't really talk to many people at all, much less those her own age and that had become something of a concern for her mother. As much as Sylvirah praised her daughter's strong work ethic and dedication to the craft she also knew that if their clan was to flourish Yngvara would someday need to make a connection and on a much more basic level she simply wanted her to be happy. Yet, she was happy now so why ruin it with a blind date?

She'd been told to wear something 'nice, like her father would wear' and wait outside the inn. What she'd done was wear exactly what she wore every day with the exception of a bath. If her date didn't like leather then that was her problem, wasn't it? And a girl...She'd never been particular on genders for partners so her mother hadn't been particular when looking. All she knew was that it was her, another hybrid, and that her name was Honi.

Hopefully she'd take one look at Yngvara, get scared and leave.

Yngvara raised a hand to hold back her hair as a stray wind threatened to blind her with it. When the wind had died down enough for her to tuck the dark locks behind a long, pointed ear Yngvara noticed a young woman coming her way. She'd been told that her date was a hybrid like herself, and one of matorian descent, but Yngvara had never actually seen a matorian before today. So, to say she was a little surprised to see fins popping out over a scarf would have been an understatement.

"I am." For one bundled so tightly Yngvara couldn't imagine why she was shaking so much. "Come, this way; we'll get you warmed up." If she'd been a mage then perhaps Yngvara could have used a spell to help and then they could have stayed outdoors. In leu of any magical talent the teenager settled for leading them toward a little tavern. When she opened the door and ushered the other girl inside the smell of mulled wine filled her senses. It was easy to see a bevy of others inside, munching on warm bowls of stew and conversing at their tables.

"I take it you don't come north often." Yngvara remarked with a light smile. Spotting a table near the window, she led the way forward and stalled. She'd been told that men were supposed to pull out the seat for their dates, but they were both women so...what now?

Ah, well, that solved that then. Smiling a little brighter now, Yngvara took the offered seat and scooted a little closer to the table. Once she was well and truly comfortable the hybrid started to take her gloves off finger by finger. "Matori...Long way to go for your father and longer still for you. Hopefully you're at least enjoying yourself." She personally couldn't imagine making a trip like that without some sort of business purpose in mind, but the allure of seeing your homeland was there. Her own mother's people were from the mountain and pilgrimages weren't uncommon enough for her to judge Honi's curiosity.

"What sorts of things do you do, Honi? Are you a huntress? A trader? Craftsman?"

Yngvara nodded her head. "I'm part of the Ild'vann and we used to live on the mountain before I was born. From I've been told winters were harsh on the herds and the tribe had to descend in order to survive." A part of her had always wondered what living on the mountain year long must have been like. Just the ascent for their yearly pilgrimage was a feat for her. "They rebuilt on an old estate my father's family inherited. You're welcome to visit, should you wish to." Spreading word about their tribe might encourage others to join and they could only hope to bolster numbers.

Painting...and pottery... Those were...useful hobbies, but Yngvara had hoped to hear of something more substantial. Or maybe that was in the south? Despite her efforts not to let her emotions show the aversion was clear. "...and you can support yourself with this?"

Still, she kept quiet as Honi searched for something and Yngvara had to admit that the pendant was pretty. Ultimately a trinket for idle hands, but pretty. "It's very well made. You've obviously spent a lot of time with your craft."

Even though the clan had made their home closer to Zidel in recent years they didn't have many visitors. Tradesmen were reluctant to start up ties with the more barbaric tribe, but those that did were treated well. Her father's smooth talking no doubt helped, as well as his familial ties. Maybe having Honi come around could help with that? She might be able to tell others and they could continue to grow.

"We have no need for guards; anyone foolish enough to attack us may as well fashion their own pyre." No matter how heavy the statement was Yngvara said it lightly and help up her hand to attract a passing server. "Can I have a honeyed mead, some stew and whatever she wants?" Turning to Honi, she gave an encouraging smile. "Something warm to fill your bones?"

Thinking on what she actually did though gave Yngvara pause and after the server walked away she decided to answer. "I'd say I'm more of a tracker? A huntress? I don't know what you'd call it, really. I like to hunt and I do some crafting myself but with leather." She held up her forearm and turned it, showing off her bracers. "They're not as nice as what you'd find in the market, but they work."

To help with Honi's inspection, Yngvara slowly rotated her forearm and lifted it at different angles before ultimately dropping her arm back under the table. "I've thought about it from time to time, but honestly anytime I'm this close to people who aren't Ild'vann I'm visiting family. I suppose I could ask them to go sometime." Her Aunt definitely, but Ergon...He'd go, but he would be grumpy the whole time.

Comparatively her bracers were basic when paired against her necklace. While they were far more useful they just didn't catch the eye and maybe...maybe she might like something that did.

"Just for me?" Yngvara sat back in her seat a bit with a sort of confused look. She enjoyed a great many things, but most of them had a use and she even those she did on her own were for the greater good. "I don't really...huh." Did she really have nothing that set her apart? Personality wise surely, since she was far more serious than her elder brother, and yet...

"I suppose, if I had to claim something then it would be Stjerne." It was a stretch, but maybe her familiar counted? "She is a sermal. My father's people rescued her as a cub and took her back to the sanctuary they keep. She bonded with me so I brought her north." Lifting the stew, she held the warm bowl with one hand and dipped her spoon with the other. "No one else in my clan hunts with a sermal; if anything, the Ild'vann were made for flying. We ride atop mounts like raptrix and chiavi. I prefer to hunt on the ground with her, though."