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"Half one, my mother came from Zena I think. Father doesn't speak of her that much." Draven frowned slightly before looking off into the distance out the back of the wagon. "I don't really have anywhere to come from. only known travel."

When he looked at the Xaraan, he reached around to a barrel of apples and picked one out. While he was more then likely over stepping his bounds and would likely get scolded for it. He reached out with an open hand with the apple laying atop it. Wondering if that what the bird like critter was after in the basket.

"Xaraan racing? Is that a popular sport where you are from?" he asked "It sounds also like it would be fun. Even if the training sounds less fun, but with if done right you have a good companion to hang around with."

A yelp came from the youth as he was pulled back, the apple flying from his hand. Well he hadn't really known, or he hadn't really been listening too well when the woman was talking. Falling onto his rear, watching the Xaraan chomp on the fruit before once more trying to get more food from the back of the wagon.

"Sorry." Draven said ducking his head, ashamed. "Yea, I'm alright, just surprised me a little. Guess I didn't listen well enough about your friend."

He looked from Sanele, still in an ashamed way. That is one thing that he would have to work on. Or it would be something that would get him killed in the long run. Leaning back against a crate he looked back towards the canvas top of the wagon.

"Racing sounds dangerous, for everyone. More so for the riders if the birds aren't tame." the youth frowned, "Do you have plans for your new Xaraan?"

"Also, yea, Zena have a blue skin tone. I took more after my father then my mother. Or so my father says anyways, don't know much of my mother or her family." Draven frowned slightly, "I haven't really run into too many from other races besides those that travel with us."

Draven listened to Sanele as she spoke of the racing and stuff like that. It was certainly interesting, but he didn't think he would want to take part in such a dangerous thing. The caravan was dangerous enough at times when raiders or wild beasts thought they could get free meals or loot, in a raider's case.

"Not sure that would be a thing I would get into." Draven said as he looked back out towards the Xaraan that was trailing behind the wagon.

"Nearly to the meet up spot." Draven's father called over his shoulder as the rest of the wagon train came into sight a head. "Looks like our campsite as well."

Draven peered out over his Father's shoulder at the half ring of wagons close to a watering hole. Most had their animals unharnessed and down to drink. Others had tarps stretched from one side of their carts and wagons for cover as others had small fires started in shallow bowl like pits and pots over top to cook.

"Looks like everyone has already set up without us," Draven pouted slightly before looking back towards the Oban woman.

Her last set of questions didn't go unheard, Draven just didn't know how to explain. His chiildhood hadn't been the happiest of ones and he would rather not speak about it. Turning away he settled back as the wagon was pulled around the rest to come to a haul in line.

"Lets just say I had a very sheltered life." He put in a way as to say, he wasn't going to talk about it. the topic left him a bit raw on the inside and he hated it.. So instead he dropped out the back of the wagon when it stopped to get to work on his own chores.