[she nods, but listens intently to his words, thinking about what kind of place it would be. all she knows are the pictures brought back, the vague image of a world over there, and it makes...an odd sort of picture, but a picture nonetheless.

oh wait, he asked her a question.]

I think it'd be somewhere you'd consider "traditional". Some places are crowded, but very few...most people are spread out in different areas. I live more in the north, nearer the forests with one of my good friends, and the sky, the air there...it's beautiful, if you're not someone who's scared of a bit of wilderness.

[the part she's leaving out is where the forest can be moody and tries to scare off people. living with it so long, it was accustomed to her, and she held no fear.]

But wait, what do you mean you were forged?