"Witches all have two names," it occurs to Ranata to say. "We mostly use the first, unless we're being formal or distinguishing between two with the same first name, and then it's both. Ranata Ekamma; Isabella Amariah. Like that. What's your full name?"
"Hurray! So, I think I'll goof off a bit and check out how witches live here, before I go tell her. Because I've spent a large amount of time staring at the insides of plants. I should probably go actually talk to the people I'll be staying with if I'm accepted!"
"Let's see, who do I know who's around... Luzia is here, I think, but if I introduce you to just her it probably winds up looking like I'm trying to set you up... Anirea might be back from visiting her son by now..."
"Any's fine. I don't mind being set up, but I reserve the right to say no," says Zeviana, amused.
"Sure, but I'm also wondering what Luzia would think. I've never managed to find another witch I wanted to set her up with, mostly because we know all the same witches, and she rolls her eyes at me if I suggest mortals and I'm not sure how you'll count. I suppose it's worth a try."
"I think everyone's beautiful, personally, so I'm not a good judge. Tall, looks exactly like she practices dagger for an hour or two every day because she does, pale, black hair, blue eyes?"
"Ooo. She practices with a dagger a lot? I think I approve of her already. I'll see if she's hot. She sounds hot, but I won't know 'til I see her."
"She does, she's very good at it. Maybe there'll be a sparring tournament soon you can watch. Do you have more questions about her or should we go find her?"
Daggers aren't usually her thing, but hey, new world, new rules.
Off they go looking for Luzia.
Eventually she is located!
Stark naked in a grassy practice area, practicing footwork, stance, and potentially gratuitous amounts of dagger-tossing. Her daemon is lurking nearby, occasionally bursting into short flights but mostly just loitering.
Ranata lands.
...Yup. That's a gorgeous stark naked woman practicing with sharp objects. That is a thing that Zeviana is now witness to. This is the best place. The absolute best. Fuck this was a good idea.
She'll let Ranata make introductions. Right now words are kind of escaping her and she's just - going to enjoy the sight. Not in a rude manner, not like she's looking at Luzia like a piece of meat, but like she's beautiful - because she is.
Luzia catches her dagger and tucks it away into its sheath where it's hiding in her silks, and turns in their direction. "Ranata! Who's your friend?"
"This is Zeviana. I'm giving her a sort of tour."
The mousebird flies forward; Castarilan zooms down to greet her.
Lecasryn swoops down, landing nearby. She's not as taken as her mage, but she is distinctly interested.
"This is Radna," Cas says to Lecasryn of the mousebird. "Radna, this is Lecasryn."
Was that too subtle? That might have been too subtle. Hmm. She'll wait, before coming on stronger - let's see if the hot naked witch is returning attraction. Best to not come off as desperate.
(She's not, but she knows what she likes. She likes this witch.)
"Hello," says Lecasryn. "It's nice to meet you."
"Likewise," says Radna politely.
"Luzia's very skilled with a dagger - my Zeviana is quite impressed," says the harrier.
"Ooh. Hmm," says Luzia. "What did you do to the fields, then?"
"She practices a lot," says Radna. "It's fun. And good exercise."
"Yeah," agrees Lecasryn. "It looks like a lot of fun."
"Well, once you're good at it," says Radna. "Not so much if you're five and keep dropping it on your foot. Or your daemon. But later on lots of fun."
Lecasryn giggles. "Then it might be cute, though, when you're five. Did she drop daggers on you?"
"Once or twice. When she was just starting I was usually a turtle, though."
"That... Is a smart move."