Mo'rtajha repeats a few new words quietly, rolling them around on her tongue to try them on for size. All the while she tries to imagine all these different people of the same kind, but can't seem to wrap her head around it.

"Ah, I...hmm. It seems the Vastaya are a varied people, indeed." her ear flicks a bit, betraying her indecision. But at mention of her tribe, Mo'rtajha is struck with the same wistful expression.

"I miss them already. My sisters made sure that every day was filled with fellowship and noise of some kind. My mothers tried to keep us all in line, but that would be a job unto itself and they didn't always have time for it!" A laugh bubbles out of her at the thought. "What of you? Do you have others such as yourself?"