Unfortunately Wilka didn't have much else to offer in terms of information and their conversation soon devolved into general small-talk between her and Angela, so I excused myself from them under the excuse of exploring the village. Surprisingly enough Arwen decided to join me, so I wouldn't get lost. I would've expected her to stay and listen to her mother’s story.
Arwen showed me around the village. It was very well structured with a big marketplace in the middle with everything else built around it. And of course everywhere I looked were naked, white-haired, three-dicked elves, occasionally broken up by other fantasy creatures I never expected to see live. A centaur, another harpy, an arachne, a dryad and so on and so on. One woman looked fairly normal, but the seaweed in her hair made me suspect she might be a mermaid. Though they all shared a theme of being naked females with varying amounts of dicks. Admittedly I enjoyed some of the views I was getting, but it was still much to take in.
My elf guide was also much more enthusiastic about showing me around. When we first met she appeared cold and aloof to us, but now that we apparently gained her trust, that mask had fallen off. And what it showed me was a happy-go-lucky girl that was fairly popular in her village. I say girl as, although she actually was 80, her body looked to be around the same age as me.
At the end of the tour she bought us some fruits to eat that looked like purple apples and we sat down on an overturned tree trunk that served as a bench. They tasted really sweet.
“Hey Tori, could you maybe tell me more about the place you’re coming from?” Arwen surprisingly asked me after finishing our fruits.
“Huh? You're interested in the outside world?”
“Very much so. I have to confess, I’ve found out that my mother came from the outside world quite a while ago and I’ve been curious about it ever since. Unfortunately I had never found the courage to ask her directly,” Arwen admitted.
“I figured already that you knew. Nothing against you, but you were a pretty bad actress back in the elder’s hut. Well, I have nothing better to do, so shoot. What do you want to know first?”
“Okay, in that case, what is an actress?”
For what felt like hours we sat there with me answering every question Arwen had about the outside world. Admittedly, talking about my life did lead to me feeling a bit of homesickness, but the almost adorable excitement in Arwen’s eyes at everything she learned made sure it didn't last long. Soon we started talking about more general topics and Arwen also began answering some of my own questions, not only about this island, but also about herself.
Soon we could see the sun beginning to set and Arwen and me had learned quite a lot about each other to the point I’d consider us friends already. It felt good to just let out all the frustration that had built-up since our plane crashed. The thought that we might never be able to leave this island again still scared me, but with a friend like Arwen it didn't seem that bad to me anymore.