"Nope, I wasn't there or I'd be dead."

She nods solemnly. It seems like a tragedy, really. (...she's really glad Zisel wasn't there.)

Back to more Druidic practice, in the form of questions about new Forest plants and creatures?

Yup. These all have names in Druidic. He will teach her the ones that he knows in Hallit too in case she ever has to talk plants with a non-druid.

Ah, right, Hallit vocabulary. (She mostly thinks in Druidic, these days.)

Eventually they arrive.

Druidic is secret so you can't know only Druidic or you will have a problem when some adventurer/woodcutter/mushroomer/herbalist/whatever crosses paths with you and they derive that the thing you are saying might mean "fuck off".

It's a pretty relaxed schedule; they're not the first to show up in the area but the other druid, a halfling sitting on a boar, just waves from a ways off and does not come over to be introduced. Zisel tells Kait their names anyway.

Her Halit is fine, for all its unused! (She reassures Zisel that she knows Druidic is secret.)

She's never seen a hafling before, but she's heard of them. She waves back, committing the names to memory, and then reassures Damisa, who is suddenly stressed out.

There is a BIG SMELLY HORNED STOMPER over there and he DOES NOT LIKE IT. Those are DANGER. (His ears are flat against his head, pointed backwards, tail thrashing back and forth.)

...FRIEND clearly sees it and is STILL RELAXED. Maybe this smelly horned stomper is... not danger? 

Excuse you, the boar is tusked.

The stag that shows up with the next guy is horned!

(The narration apologizes for Damisa's improper categorization of keratin appendages.)

(The stag bothers him less! Something about boar specifically, maybe?)

More druids! (petpetpet her Damisa).

 She will follow Zisel's lead on interaction protocols.

Zisel's slightly closer friends with the stag guy - they had the same teacher, albeit not concurrently - and this one does come over to meet Zisel's apprentice. He goes by Avocet rather than whatever he was born as, and the stag is Berry, and he wants to know what Kait is.

-she glances at Zisel uncertainly. Should she introduce herself? Let him handle it?

He gestures that she should answer Avocet (whose question was not in fact "what's your name", it was "what are you".)

She bows. "Um. I'm a Druid-in-training?" Wait, that can't be what he's asking, come on Kait, don't be stupid...

"...My father is human. He... would not tell me anything about my mother." (It was the angriest she'd ever seen him, the first time she'd asked, so she didn't ask again.)

"Huh. I have six guesses and I am less sure of each than the last. Are there more of you?" He is peering at her from various angles.

This is kind of uncomfortable but he is A Real Druid and she is an apprentice, so, "No. My father's wife and my siblings are all human."

"Huh. Do you have spell-like abilities, low-light vision, anything like that, or just feathers?"

...huh. "I can see fine when there's no light, about yea far." She points a tree about 12 paces away. "No colors, though. And..." she thinks about it for a bit. "no spell-like abilities, I don't think, but I'm stronger and faster than my siblings? By a lot, for some of them."

"Darkvision! That rules some things out. Doesn't narrow it down all the way. It's only feathers? You haven't got a tail or toe pads or anything?"

Somewhat uncomfortable headshake. "No, just the feathers." 

Or, well, hm.

"...and the voice, and the tanner's wife always said my eyes weren't right." They're a yellowish gold.

Peer peer.

"I can't guarantee you're not a mongrelfolk," he says eventually, "but I think you are an exotic sort of aasimar."

Headtilt. "...Aasimar?"

"Splash of angel upstream of you somewhere."