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As time passed Enya was finding herself more and more at ease in Zinris. It had been a harder adjustment than she'd prepared for, but the longer she spent with her Elarian family the easier her days became. Each day Enya spent training with others her own age, as well as learning from her Aunts, and giving her own knowledge to those in the village who wanted to hear it. A stigma clung to her once some of the older, more traditional Elaria found out she was of Pyrrha's blood, though it wasn't one that Enya let define her. She was proud of her mother, both of them actually, and cared for her family deeply.

If they wanted to waste their time being snooty then she would try that much harder to ignore them.

After her morning work had finished, Enya snuck off for a bit of fishing. The river that ran closest to the village was just far enough out that she could take a little time to empty her mind and find herself. Also, if she were lucky, she might spot something really weird. Like some of those creatures that roamed around the mists with horns on their heads and teeth the size of her hand!

It was common enough to have others drift come upon her that Enya didn't immediately look up. She'd glanced long enough to distinguish Alkidike legs from, say, an angry predator but once it was determined that she was 'safe' Enya went straight back to her work. Since she wasn't much of a fisher in the pole sense Enya was hip deep in the river itself, adjusting her traps and checking on those she'd left from the night before.

"I think it's o-fish-ially going to be a good morning." When she lifted one of the heftier traps out of the water, Enya balanced the contraption on her hip and dug into it with her free hand. Not one, but two fish came from the haul and she happily tossed them to shore. Of course, as she did so, she caught a good look at the speaker and-

"Oh! OH!" The younger Elidae stumbled a bit, very nearly dropping her trap. "Your face!"

Enya's cheeks warmed and her face went from a surprised gasp to an embarrassed chuckle. "S-Sorry! It's just your markings. They remind me of someone and I thought she'd followed me here." The Aishan in question was smaller in build than this woman, but the markings were so similar that she had to wonder if they were related. Maybe a cousin? As far as she knew all of Enya's kin on that side of the family had left Zinris at the same time, but maybe they were wrong?

"I'm fine though, really; don't need any help with the traps." She bent at the knee, fully heedless of just how much the river swamped her for a moment as she adjusted the trap back into the water. "But-" Enya reached down all the way until her shoulder was swallowed by water before pulling her arm free. In her hand, pinched between her fingers, was a little crustacean. "-You can help me look for these if you want. They're not much to look at, but if you get enough you can boil them and it's pretty tasty."

By the time Enya had resurfaced, the water lapping at her midsection, her dreads hung in thick and wet down her back. When she flipped a few away from her face they landed onto her shoulder with a hearty 'thwack'. Some of the flowers that normally adorned them had washed away with the current, though those at the tippy top of her space buns seemed intact.

"That's really sweet of you." She smiled and motioned to a closed basket she'd sat atop a nearby stone. "If you catch any would you mind putting them in there? So long as the lids shut they can't climb out." While she knew her Aunt's family would be happy enough for the fish Enya wanted to surprise them with a little more for letting her stay.

"So you're visiting family? So am I. I'm staying with my Aunts - Pruu and Akeldama- for a while. Who are you here to see?"

"The trick is to spook them. Let the water calm around you; if it's too murky you can't see and wait." As she spoke Enya was working through the steps herself. The water of Yael was far from clear anyway, but after a few days of figuring it out she was confident in her approach. "When you find one cup your hand a little bit behind their butt and shuffle your foot infront of them. They'll get scared, shoot back and boom-" She raised her hand, with the little river bug in hand, and smiled, "-Got'em."

Enya slowly walked along the river bed so as not to disturb the silt until she was next to her basket and lifted the lid. She'd happily dropped her find into it when the Alkidike started speaking and a squeak exited her mouth. "Lumikani?" Oh, now there was a name! "I didn't know she was here; the last time I saw her she was back in Kiros. Have you met with her yet?"

When she was squinted at Enya couldn't help squinting in return, though with a slightly confused quirk of a brow. "Is she...supposed to be? She used to live here, long before I bloomed, but she hasn't in many, many years." Her hand stilled atop the basket, allowing the tension of the moment to settled until the Alkidike started to slip further and further into the water...

"Oh, oh, hang on." Enya wasn't sure what to expect - maybe she was frustrated or just trying to drown herself, she'd seen weirder - but she didn't want to risk it. When she was close enough the elidae adjusted her legs so that she was infront of the alkidike and reached over to put her hands just underneath her pits to lift her. She wouldn't be able to hoist the other woman completely out of the water, but if she could at least make sure she was breathing that was good enough.

"It's okay; it's alright. You just got a little turned around. The goddesses sent you here for a reason instead of straight to your sister so you just need to find out why." And drowning yourself won't help. "In the meantime how about you tell me about Zayana? And Nayyara? How were they?"
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Hearing her Aunt described as a sweet girl brought a light chuckle out of Enya. It made her think of her strong, adventurous Auntie as a little youngling or something, though to this woman maybe she was? "I'm actually her cousin. Zayana has a sister - Kanika - and she's my mother. I'm Lumikani's grand-daughter, Enya."

If she'd been upset about hearing just how far away her sister was then Enya wasn't sure how she was going to handle this. Hopefully since she knew about Nayyara then she wouldn't think it was so odd? Still, Enya kept an eye on her just incase she decided to go down again.

"Elsheba," Her tone was softer, but no less warm. When she'd been younger she found out that her grandmother had sisters, but beyond that information was limited. Mama Pyrrha had been the one to kindly inform her that sometimes the past should remain hidden and if it was meant to be spoken of it would come around on it's own. Maybe this is what she meant?

"That's a long time to go without your sister, but I know things were...different then." To Enya it was history, but to those that came before her it was life. There had been a war, a separation, and families had been divided for a very long time. "...I have an idea, but I want to know something first. If she were standing here instead of me, what would you do? Would you be angry with her or would you talk to her?"