Niraya shook her head at that. "I don't know that I can say I learned to do it," she admitted. "For a long time strange things kept just...appearing and disappearing around me. But recently, I've started to remember more about the dreams, and that lets me remember their names. The names are the important part, I think. They're what let me pick what to call, and when to call them."
She nearly said more, told him about the Therion and the guidence it had offered. In an uncharacteristic burst of common sense though, she stopped short. Explaining that a big nasty monster who wanted her to kill things was teaching her seemed like a bad idea at the moment.
"This is the first time anything I've called has hurt anything," Niraya said instead. "But only because I told him to. That's good...it makes me feel a little better."
It was a half-truth...Therion had hurt the orcs plenty, but summoning it felt fundamentally different to her than calling the dog, or the pony earlier. It was here in a way the other two weren't...whatever potential she had was stretched to its utmost in calling Therion. It wasn't the same. And the relief she felt in realizing that the things she called weren't mindlessly destructive was indeed a real thing. She'd always worried before that something dangerous would appear, and hurt her or someone else. With the names though, that didn't seem to be a problem.
There was still so much she didn't understand though, and right now her only sources of information was the Therion, and the Breathless. And only one of those was one she had access to.
"Was Raomohr hurt during the attack? He wasn't caught alone was he?"
Great, if names are so important to me, why can't I keep them straight on the people I just met?
