Daine plops down into the offered chair, and Kitten clambers up into her lap. Odd's bobs, this is going to take some telling. She's distracted from the enormity of the tale she'll have to relate by the look that Numair gives Peeta as the latter settles himself in a chair, and her eyes narrow a little in preemptive annoyance. It was bad enough when Numair got all mother-bear over Kaddar having the audacity to speak with her; she won't have him huffing at Peeta, too. She casts a surreptitious glance beneath the table once Numair's seated himself, making note of where his shins are in case she needs to aim a kick in his direction.
"Well," Daine begins, absently running a hand down Kitten's side, "I suppose the first thing you ought to know is that there are a lot more realms than just the three. Peeta's from a different realm, and the one we both landed in was new for both of us. The city we lived in was called New York, and it was home to lots of displaced people from more realms than anyone could count." She glances toward Peeta, in case he cares to elaborate - or at least back her up, lest Numair decide she's just gone mad.
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"Well," Daine begins, absently running a hand down Kitten's side, "I suppose the first thing you ought to know is that there are a lot more realms than just the three. Peeta's from a different realm, and the one we both landed in was new for both of us. The city we lived in was called New York, and it was home to lots of displaced people from more realms than anyone could count." She glances toward Peeta, in case he cares to elaborate - or at least back her up, lest Numair decide she's just gone mad.