Kierra led their group into the hot Tolveran sun, thankful for the comparative cool of her Versilk cloak. It was hard enough for Vhaskari - who were practically bred to live in cold temperatures - to tolerate the warm southern climate; she couldn't imagine having to wear, say, a woolen cloak in this horrid, humid heat. And going without was simply not an option.
"I am Kierra," she told Krh'rhl. "It is an honor to meet you." She was already trying to work out in her head how to pronounce the name. No doubt she would add unnecessary vowels by mistake, but she supposed that couldn't be helped.
She had read extensively of the Earthshells before leaving home, and was acutely aware of how they hated loud noises. How uncomfortable must this one be in the middle of a city? As a gesture of goodwill, she channeled, creating sort of a bubble of muted sound in a small area closely surrounding their group. They could still hear inside it, but any sounds, any voices but their own, would be drastically reduced in volume. She couldn't do much about the crowds without channeling people out of the way, but she hoped that at least the sound would be more bearable now. Perhaps this would make their new companion more comfortable.