Misty is quite aware when another approaches but she shows no hint of moving. Instead her hand waves, the bangles about her wrists jangling a bit as she continued to sketch with the tip of her fingers, using the stars for dot to dot ideas.

Though when he spoke, her head turns slightly so she can catch a fuller view of him form the corner of her eye. Then, curiosity gets the better of her. She shakes her head.

"Don't know what it means," she admits. "Though I've heard it before. I think. There's some out in one of the parishes used it I think. I think. My family didn't have much t'do with them though. My family was too religious for the heathen types."

She says the last with a snort, nose wrinkling and amusement lacing her tones.

"You a heathen then?"