Dianlinn nodded her head to the man when he claimed she could call him Zhen, but she would not, she did not see the point of shortening names, the Aiel liked to use the name that the person had been given. To them it was a form of respect, and she would always show respect, even when it was not deserved, and that was the way of ji'e'toh, and the other person shamed themselves in her presence. "Thank you, but it is custom in the Three-fold Lands to use a full name, Zhenquan, if I may?" She asked him, nodding her head to him, hoping that he acquiesced her request.
As they spoke of horses, she made a face, and she looked back to Zhenquan as he spoke of not liking Horses. She nodded her head to him, in silent agreement. Why could people not use their legs? She could run for days, and still be fit to fight. There was no need for horses, and their stink, and teeth. The change in him as he began to talk about his two hounds made her tilted her head to the side slowly. Interesting. This was about as animated as she had seen him so far. She was not sure that dogs were all that clever, but then neither were some of the Wetlanders she had met so far. His talk of hand signals made her smile a little, like maiden handspeak, and that she missed. There were times her fingers twitched with words, but yet there was no one to understand them. "That is a good goal." She said simply, unsure she could say much else.
She continued to listen to his tales, until they reached the kennels, and then she stopped and let him head on alone. She wanted him to have a moment with the hounds, that meant so much to him, before she made her way into the doorway and watched him. The smell of the kennels was strong, like the stables, and she wrinkled her nose, but she did not mind waiting. The man looked happy right now.
As they spoke of horses, she made a face, and she looked back to Zhenquan as he spoke of not liking Horses. She nodded her head to him, in silent agreement. Why could people not use their legs? She could run for days, and still be fit to fight. There was no need for horses, and their stink, and teeth. The change in him as he began to talk about his two hounds made her tilted her head to the side slowly. Interesting. This was about as animated as she had seen him so far. She was not sure that dogs were all that clever, but then neither were some of the Wetlanders she had met so far. His talk of hand signals made her smile a little, like maiden handspeak, and that she missed. There were times her fingers twitched with words, but yet there was no one to understand them. "That is a good goal." She said simply, unsure she could say much else.
She continued to listen to his tales, until they reached the kennels, and then she stopped and let him head on alone. She wanted him to have a moment with the hounds, that meant so much to him, before she made her way into the doorway and watched him. The smell of the kennels was strong, like the stables, and she wrinkled her nose, but she did not mind waiting. The man looked happy right now.