"I feel a little bad sometimes that I'm not there," in the forest, with her clan, maybe travelling to other clans to learn theirs, as she'd done for a few days at the Arlathvhen, "Learning more of them. But at the same time, it feels nice to tell the ones I do know to the children who run about in the streets. Down by the docks. Human and elven alike. They might be just fanciful stories to them, a bit of entertainment, but it feels like strewing seeds in any case."