Yrsa was, as was her custom in the warm seasons, out foraging for berries and other vegetation that her family could use for either food or medicine. She had gone out with her unwed sister, but they’d lost track of each other. This was fine. Her sister was no fool, and Yrsa liked that she could hear more when her sister wasn’t chattering in her ear—the birds, the wildlife, and footsteps of the non-animal variety.

She’d crouched down to examine what looked like wild blueberries when she heard footsteps heading in her direction. Although she could hear far better than average, she would not give away that she heard the stranger’s approach until she was sure she’d be well within the hearing range of someone without being born with enhanced hearing. When the person—a girl’s voice, she realized—spoke, she’d purposefully startle as if she were not paying attention. No reason to give away her enhancements. She’d quickly twisted her body toward the strange woman, not rising from her place on the ground.

She saw a woman who she judged was fairly close to her own age. She was not dressed as a Coheed woman, and that could only make her one thing. A Nevermeran witch.

“Oh!” She gasped out as she turned, and would place a hand over her heart as if she had truly been frightened, but then she would let out a nervous laugh, “Sorry, you startled me,” she said, “What did you ask? Ah, yes, it is a perfect day for foraging,” not too rainy, not too sunny. Quite comfortable weather to be out gathering, “Are you one of those witches from Nevermere?”

There was a soft apologetic smile on Zarha's face when the coheeds woman stood up. Zarha was wearing a standard shirt and bottoms as she felt more comfy in them. She never really was the sort of lady who would wear dresses. Like she has worn a few now and then, but if she has a choice she wouldn't wear a dress.

"I am sorry to startle you miss." She often trying to find ways to interact with people to gains skills to make friends. She knows that when she back there might be people expecting her to come back with at least one friend within the nevermere military. However aside from the interaction she has been having with the people of Coheed she been focused on her work and now focusing on investigating her wings and to report them back to the captain.

Zarha looks towards the wild berry plant. "Me and my brother would spend ages looking for wild berries in the forest." Smiling softly. When she asked if she was one of those witches from nevermere, she couldn't help but rubbed the back of her head.It always a tricky questions when it come to answering people who not Nevermerian. Cause there magic is protected and last thing she wanted is to lose her job. "Yes I am a witch from Nevermere, my name is Zarha." She just said Zarha cause during her time here in Coheed she noticed that the women don't have surnames which she thought was really odd, but it their culture.

The witch apologized to her. It didn’t shock her as many of the Coheedswomen were kind to each other. Someone had to be. She would have been more shocked if a man, Coheedsman or Nevermeran, apologized to her.

Yrsa’s eyes followed the witch’s to the berries she had been picking and listened to her talk about picking them with her..brother? The blond girl did not have to pretend confusion, “Your brother helped you? Pick berries?” her brothers had never done any such thing with her or any of her sisters, even as children. Nevermerans were strange people.

“I’m Yrsa,” was all the blond said, unsure if she should say anything else. She seldomely met new people, “What are you doing out here?”

There was a soft smile on Zarha face, remembering that in Coheed, women doesn't normally get help by the men. Which for her is a strange thing. As she is used to people helping one another doesn't matter what gender you are. "Yeah Kadek. We would spend hours togeher, training, playing games and picking berries." Her and him was the best of friends.

"It is lovely to meet you Yrsa. I am out here because I find the woodswoods. Plus I love exploring and getting to know new places. Chores is beautiful."

Nevermeran practices, Yrsa decided, were very strange. Her brothers would have sooner pushed her in a river than help her with ‘women’s work’ and especially training. Were the men trying to be women? They were awfully small compared to Coheedsmen.

“You think chores are beautiful?” She asked incredulously, “Chores are chores, they help us live and keep order.” Nevermerans truly were strange, but she did have to admit that Coheed was beautiful…not that she’d been anywhere else to compare, “Do you…are you enjoying your time in Coheed?”

Thinking for a bit, "It's more about how you are doing that I find beautiful about chores. You might see yourself picking blueberries. Well you might see yourself just picking barriers, i see a beautiful blueberry pie that my brothers and sisters going to eat, my youngest sister will of course get it all over her face, making it look like she a massive blueberry herself. Yes the can keep order that possible where i love chores so much because i can also be a bit of a bore when it comes to routine" Smiling softly, she just enjoy routine, chores to the point where people don't like her because of it.

When Yrsa asked how she find Coheed, she thought about the people she has mat the experience she has encountered. "It is really a beautiful place, I enjoy getting to know the culture here."

Again, Yrsa found herself thinking that Nevermeran witches were a strange sort. Very fanciful, although she supposed if they were going to do that magic hoodoo stuff, they’d have to be a little strange with their thinking. Although she could relate to envisioning her berries as whatever she was going to make with them. So she nodded her head as if she understood, “Do all Nevermere witches enjoy chores?”

“Thank you. It is beautiful here this time of year,” her favorite time was when the leaves were falling. Like snow, but with more color and less wetness in her socks, “Have you talked to many Coheedsmen then?”

Zarha smiled softly when Yrsa asked her if all the Nevermere witches liked chores. "I honestly cannot speak on behalf of the other women in Nevermere. Some believe it just a task that has to be done, other duty. Most of the time people think I am just strange because I put work and chores before everything else. Keep telling me to relax and have fun."

Has she talked to many coheedsman. "I have talked to a few, I have talked to Kaalim, Rian and two other." A part of her wanted to say Leander but she promised that she wouldn't speak of their relationship which she started to feel a bit pointless now cause she haven't seen him in a while as strangely she was starting to miss his warm embrace. The way he made her feel.