Reuvan smiles a little, for the first time since he landed. "Yeah-- wouldn't I know...." as quick as it appeared, it was gone.

He set his bowl down softly next to where he'd been sitting. "I have to get going again..."

"Who're you here to see? I know a good chunk of the folk here." Amalie asked, collecting the bowl and washing it i nthe brook.

Reuvan followed her, standing next to her at the brook. He watched a small pebble get carried away by the current before catching on a bigger rock. He sighed. "He's not from around here." Reuvan flexed his wings experimentally, he winced, still sore. Atleast they weren't cramping up anymore. It was fine, he'd make it the rest of the way.

"I still have a bit of way's to fly."

"Do you need any supplies?" Amalie asked. Then went inside and came out with a small bag. "Take them anyways, if they stay here my cousins will probably nick them anyways." Inside was a bit of food and a small flask. "Healing salve. Quite useful."

Reuvan took the small bag carefully, hopefully it wouldn't interfere with his flight.

"You said you've been here all your life?" he said, tilting his head again unbeknownst to himself. It was something he did subconsciously when looking at things or questioning. Kind of like a little birdy.

"Yep." Amalie said, popping the p.

"You don't ever get... bored?" He tilted his head a little more. She seemed like the kind of person who wouldn't want to stay in one place their whole life. Then again Reuvan wasn't usually the greatest judge of character, and he didn't want to make assumptions really-- he definitely didn't know her well.

*double ping*

(I swear I replied :( )

"hmm...not really. We have a library here and I get most of my adventures from there." she shrugs. "Id love to see the world but I'm not big on going on my own."

"Why not?" Reuvan couldn't really understand it, he'd been a lone wolf most of his life, moving all the time.