Shayla eyed the girl who offered her a hand. After a second, she returned the shake, her grip firm, but not painful--the sort of shake the belonged to a confident adult rather than a nineteen year old girl. But then, she already lived for so many years. "It's Shayla. Nice to meet you, Amanda.”

After that, they continued to talk, the gentle aura of the area making it easy. Shayla warmed up some though she still kept her responses short and to the point. She rarely showed excessive excitement on her face. By this point it was much later in the day and she found herself looking up at the very blue sky, wondering how best to extricate herself from the group without ruffling feathers. She liked these two after all and might want to continue observing them. At Amanda's question, she dropped her gaze once again, looking a little taken aback.

"Guess? Well, I suppose something like sixteen or seventeen," she sighed. Next to herself, the girl seemed excitable and therefore young. Still a child even. She glanced toward the boys. Best get going before they joined the conversation too.