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Rowan shrugged. "I know a lot of people who don't like their relatives very much." She said casually. "Out of curiosity, why did you two stop here, if your plan was to go to Aiskala? I would imagine that you would want to pack very differently for a cold place than for the desert." Her blank eye sockets focused on Mae when she asked this question. She was fairly certain that the young man did not agree entirely with what his Khehora was saying - and Rowan was acutely aware that there were always more than one side to any story.
She was not genuinely curious about why the pair wasn't where the Khehora wanted to be. But she feigned interest quite well. What Rowan really wanted was for the pair to get comfortable enough around her that she might be able to procure some information - or better yet, some feathers - from one or both of them. Blood would be better than feathers, but Rowan was no warrior, and the Orderite was quite strong and well formed. She would certainly lose to him in a fight, and marring her beautiful appearance was not worth it to the vain Oblivionite.
