Mahle couldn't help but to crack a smile as Kjors showed interest in her new skill. Nobody had ever seemed too concerned with whatever it was the priestess wasted her time with; unfortunately enough that actually ended often in her feelings getting hurt. She nodded toward her company and allowed her tail to sway ever so slightly in the light breeze. 'He truly is something, isn't he?' she chuckled to herself, then concentrated on the correct mindset for her practice.

The priestess had never been quite too sure of how she accomplished such acts, though talking to the higher power had always came to her as easy as breathing. Previous nervousness seemed to go to waste as Kjors' 'mother' entered her thoughts almost effortlessly. She continued on with her usual one-sided conversation as she felt the deity's energy remain present, hopefully listening to anything Mahle could possibly muster up to say. With her previous pack, the former-princess's efforts weren't nearly as strong when it came to granting forgiveness, though she couldn't help but feel some sort of strange connection between herself and her acquaintance. It was absolutely necessary for this specific God to understand Kjors' innocence toward his faith, emphasis would be the key to ending his chain of misfortune.

Only after she was completely one-hundred percent satisfied with her spiel did Mahle bow her end, ending her ritual and cutting communication from the 'Mother'. She was indeed well pleased, and her tail began to sway just a touch faster than before. Going back to previous conversation, Kjors wasted no time pulling her away from her smug state to question her current living situations. "Oh,, uh.." having been caught off guard, the priestess had to take a moment to recall common information. "Silent moon plateau.." she let out a sheepish smile as the name slipped from her muzzle. "They're feeding me great, actually. Though the company isn't exactly the most pleasant." rolling her eyes, the medicinal canine couldn't help but find Celandine's angry mug gazing upon her from inside of her thoughts. " I suppose it's not right to complain.."

"Mmm" Mahle desperately tried to recall landscapes in which her company would be familiar with, though the task was rather difficult. She hadn't known the names of many locations surrounding her home, in fact just about the only thing she knew for certain was that they existed. "Have you ever traveled to.. d..Dragonfly...Fen?" She questioned herself, though secretly hoped he'd already been familiar with the place. "We're not far from there, just travel west a little.." The priestess couldn't help but worry if sharing the plateau's location with an outsider was the best idea, had any of the wolves she'd lived with been present she'd surely find herself banished. Perhaps even injured, worse case scenario dead. The yearling didn't know these wolves, even if she'd like to pretend otherwise. 'On the other hand, would that really be so bad..?'

Kjors' words brought comfort once more to the honeyed Psyxḗ, reminding her that Celandine was, and will remain, miles away from them. They'd never meet, and even if circumstances allowed such an event, he'd honestly probably hate the stuck up loon. Sighing, Mahle worked up the courage to finally speak ill of her new residence. "It wasn't exactly spoken, but made clear in other ways nonetheless.." her tail stopped it's blissful sway as she placed a more serious expression upon her face. "I'm not to talk of my spirituality, let alone my special abilities.. Apparently they wouldn't be very keen about it all..." Reasoning still remained unclear to the former-princess, but she'd learnt not to pry upon arrival. Not with the princess at least.

"Hadn't I promised to teach you something? I didn't intend on turning this into a pity party, my apologies." She smiled lightly, trying to detour the conversation elsewhere before things found to be too emotional.  

The conversation was honestly beginning to make Mahle uncomfortable, but only because the circumstances were beyond her control. Of course she'd rather leave the plateau, practice her spirituality with peace and honor, but life could never just be that simple. "The princess would, apparently, rather not let her family know that who she'd recruited happened to be crazy.. or something.." she sighed, realizing that the phenomenon sounded much less desirable being spoken aloud. Quietly making her way back toward peace, something only the water could provide to her, the priestess tried her best not to grow frustrated while thinking of ways to prove that her life was 'livable' enough to continue with. Perhaps in efforts to trick Kjors, or perhaps in efforts to trick herself.

"I mean, I'm alive. I'm not starving and delusional anymore.." she stated, knowing quite well that those weren't valid reasons on their own. "It's not like I can leave, I owe the princess a debt.." and by that she meant her life, but for what reasoning would such a minuscule detail be worth mentioning? "It's against everything I stand for.. backing out of a promise." she faked a smile, but paid careful attention to avert eye contact for a while. "I'm alright, I can still practice on my own. I suppose that's why I haven't been home much as of recent."

Mahle didn't need scrying to figure out that there'd be no positive future for her residing in the plateau, it was common knowledge. Even yet, there was nothing the honey-pelted wolf could do to change her fate without unnecessary conflict. 'Oppression, eh? Can't say I'd deny the accusation.'

It came as a shock when Kjors seemingly got angry, and Mahle was quick to fall silent. Enslavement? Though there were some striking similarities between the two, the priestess wouldn't quite address her situation in such a rough manner. She'd never been forced to offer up her life to the princess, it was simply the only thing of value the honeyed yearling had to give at the time. Without that rather frowned upon exchange, she'd more than likely be dead anyways. 'It's not that bad.. Keep telling yourself it's not that bad..' she glowered.

The offer was more than inviting, though something Mahle was certain she'd never be able to accept. Even if she'd decided to leave the plateau, what would that make of Celandine? Say the princess didn't lose the last bit of sanity she held, what if she sought out for the priestess? The Argyris had never once appeared forgiving to the yearling, and without a doubt someone would end up getting hurt. Reluctantly shaking her head, the medicine wolf waited to see if Kjors had anything left to add.

"That sounds wonderful, it really does.." Mahle spoke in a soft tone laced with a bit of sorrow. "Almost too wonderful.." pausing for a moment, the priestess had to really bargain with herself not to take up the offer. "I don't think the spirits would be too keen on me breaking a promise.. and Celandine, well... She's dangerous right now.. I don't want anyone to suffer because of me.." She bowed her head to show respect toward such gratitude, even if it was a fate she'd never be lucky enough to experience first hand.