A short, slight figure with curling horns and red-marked, pale skin can be seen drawing nearer to the Crimson Quarter with Ohren. Annaleigh had asked the male and fellow Druid to show her around where the Angori of Jastrey stayed. She was smiling, trailing only a step or two behind him, and brown eyes scanned the area around them. From a distance, she could easily be mistaken for an adolecent of her race, though upon closer inspection of her appearance and voice it was easy to place her age in the mid twenties.
Taking a few quick steps to bring her to walk evenly by Ohren's side when they crossed into the Quarter, she looked up, "This place looks really good. Do you have a name for it?"
Taking a moment to thoughtfully decipher the areas name, Annaleigh grinned, "The Crimson Quarter, you say? It's fantastic."
She followed him to his hut looking at the others around it. She noted that they were built very much alike, and Ohren's was discernable by a large amount of furs found around and in the structure. As Ohren attempted to describe what he had done to build the place she studied it, taking note of how he proved it's sturdiness with soft laugh. "It is well built. Smart way to build it too, taking account of the weather, I mean."
"Do all the Angori stay here?" She asked curiously, turning to look at the other structures. "I mean, is it really like a tribe here?"
"We is like little tribe. Not many here. We is small family. Somes stay here, odders in de town. I maked dis for us so we doesnt feel all lefted out and home sick..." Ohren grins at the little horned woman. "I has extra room in my hut iffin you needs a place to stay!"
Annaleigh nodded. "I see. That is a wonderful idea. Sometimes it gets a touch lonely away from Angor. Though, I hope you can excuse this, but I think I miss the enclave on Rastemier a touch more. The land too, much wilder and freer."
She shook her head at his offer with a smile though, "I'm not used to sleeping inside at the moment. I think I'll eventually work my way back in to living in doors in a town, but for now, I think I'll stay out by the lake I passed by, in the trees."
Annaleigh pokes at Ohren lightly on the cheek, "Cheer up. I just got used to being out side with the Elves. I'd be more than happy to stay in the Crimson Quarter later on, when I get used to being in a town."
She then shrugged, "Oh anything. Until today it's been a good nine years or so since I last saw another Angori or anything Angori made. It's all interesting and takes me back a bit."
Pacing a bit, the tiny Dregoth Druid, looked around a little more closely at the nearest hut. The hut, of course, being Ohren's. She examined the craftsmanship more closely and curiously poked at the furs at the entrance. It certainly reminded her of home, a somewhat bitter sweet feeling.
She looked toward the largest structure when Ohren gestures to the Spirit Lodge. "A steam room, interesting. Did you build that as well? I'd love to have a look at it."
Annaleigh was already walking towards the building, curious to finally get to investigate a steam room. The one built in the Tribe of Bloodrenders lands was specifically used for the Cheif, his council of elders (not much and of little power, but the most valued warriors all the same), and her mother- the Shaman. She shook her head a bit, so long away from other Angori and Angor had made it easy to forget the Bloodrenders and her home. Now in Jastrey, it was getting harder and harder to leave that part of her past buried. She wondered what her second, truer tribe would tell her at a time like this. Elias would likely just shake his head with that knowing smile of his and leave it to be fate working it's way.
Ohren grins with pride at her intrest in his creations. He walks with her to the spirit lodge and heads to the heavy skin in the doorway. He slips inside and pokes his head out. "Jus a minute. I gots to gets it ready." He slips back inside and begins setting things up. After about two minutes, steam starts to slip out alittle bit around the skin doorway. "Ok Ahlee. Is good to coming in!"
Annaleigh entered and nearly laughed aloud. She caught herself though, to keep from being rude. Inside the Spirit Lodge, was Ohren down to his loin cloth standing next to some cubbies near the doorway. She noted a sign close by, consisting of a series of pictures. People removing clothes down to their underthings, or.. She did chuckle aloud at what she saw next, an image of beheading people who did not strip out of their outer clothes and place them in a cubby. Gesturing to the sign, she stifled another laugh, "Isn't... *snicker* Isn't that a bit... Harsh?"
Ohren looks at her confused. "Uh.. no... Dey offend da spirits. Dey dies. Is simple Lodge ejucate." He moves over to the hot stone in the middle of the lodge and srpinkles water on it. It instantly sizzles into steam, Ohren takes a big breath. "You should come sit when you gets properly undressed." He plops down on a bench in the room and pats the spot next to him.
"Proper etiquette. I see..." She snickered again. Already the steam was becoming a touch stiffling with the warmer weather of late spring starting to set in. She looked at the sign one more time and then turned to Ohen, "Why don't we head back out into town so you can show me around a little more, and we'll come back when everything cools down some this evening? It a bit to warm out to be in here right now, I think."
Ohren beams with pride at his creation and her compliments. "Why yus I does. I maked dis all, I calleded it after my old tribe. So is called da Crimson Corker. Here I showed you my house." Ohren leads the little horned woman over to a hut that looks like the others in the area. The only distingusihing features are the mounds of fur at the entrance and within. "Dis is my hut. I maked it wif my own handies... Look how is half in da ground so is easier for keeping cool in de hot times, and has place for fire for cold times. Is very well maked. Look!" He attempts to shake the hut, but it is very sturdy.