She was absorbed in Ellana's story, leaning forward onto her knees as she listened. Questions were already queueing up in her mind, as the little details hinted at other fascinating lines of conversation. Who were her People? Was she elven, or Hylian? How could a spirit of Compassion possibly cause someone to go bad, and why didn't more people bond mutually...?

But when the question was turned back to Rialynn, she blinked, sitting back in her chair in surprise. People didn't usually ask her questions about herself. Usually she was reluctant to relay any personal details, but... This was about being a bard, so she supposed there was no harm in answering.

"Yes and no?" she shrugged, grinning. "No one has any magic or supernatural power in my world. Everyone is pretty ordinary, truth be told. I was a bard by trade...hence my reluctance in taking up a job where the songs and dances were imbued with actual magic. I was worried I might negatively affect my audience." Her eyes twinkled as her grin grew wider. "It takes some getting used to. Anyway, if you don't mind me asking, who were your people?"