"First, I am not age I appear. I have lived... eighty winters" she revealed, grinning.
"Kyrrin age slowly, very slowly, I am still a child though, our - uh - memories develop slower to. Anyway..." She paused, unsure where to begin, she blinked several times and stared down at the clear water.
"Oh yes... I was of the Hyrai tribe, name of our No'ha. My mother? Died during birth, my father a couple of decades after, when I was 40, before you were born? I would be eight... in your eyes". She smiled now, almost laughed as she continued.
"Females are very rare, for Kyrrin. Perhaps three for one and our children are rare too, due to long cycles and carrying? So I was cause for minor celebration. We are small people, five thousand in number. After my father died the No'ha took me in, Hyrai, he is all I ever had, I was unusually quiet and solitary for our kind, who like togetherness and bonding. I must admit we stupid, stubborn and life is hard, I fear our people's time runs... thin? I am not supposed to hunt, as a female, too dangerous!" She said, blowing a small raspberry, proving her lack of maturity.
"I did anyway, Hyrai didn't like it... So I stopped. People didn't like him either, my fault I think. When fifty winters touched me, Hyrai gave my fathers knife, knowing I would use it or another anway. He said; 'It's your life, do with it what you will'. He died a year later..." she trailed off, rather touched by the event, a small tear slowly rolled down her cheek and landed in the pool creating a multitude of ripples upon it's smooth surface.