Kennith
Despite being an Elf, clearly this look into the Forest was just as much an eyesore to many. The gesture made by the Dryad before however had betrayed her location quite clearly and as intentional, Vierna clearly intending to keep a close eye on her from now on. A hidden thought dwelled that likely she wouldn't have got the chance if the Dryad didn't want her seen. 

The Drow's approach would halt suddenly as the creak of branches echoed about the area, the nervous backstop of the Dryad only noted. Clearly, the more she looked upon this more large and capable foe, the more she saw those anxious cracks. 

The attempt for Elvish seemed to cause a particular perk of the Drow's brow, the language eerily similar to Drowish. The utter of Hyburn was all she needed for her thoughts to race - eyes narrowing as the confirmation came in the more clearer use of common.

"Hyburn..?" Questioned Vierna, the Dryad having noted the exact town her little map was supposed to be directing her to. She wanted to take her to Hyburn..? Likely, the Creature of the Fae could see Vierna's inner processing, noting perhaps this Dryad had been witnessing all her slight failures along the way.

All that tension just seemed to ease away, the preparation for a battle she may be unequipped for simply turning to words that only the most outgoing would muster at a scenario like this:
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"You know I'm.. Heading for Hyburn? Oh, of course you must. I almost found the right path, obviously. Clearly, I know where I'm going.." Vierna spoke in pure cope, a fluttering sarcasm painted over her words as she whined in the fact of this ever so mistreated map! It would seem she would pause before accepting the friendly invitation, perhaps considering ways to stoke the flames of her own ego. "..Well, to be sure.. I shouldn't deny your wisdom. To Hyburn, yes? You'd show me the way..? No secret intentions..?" The Drow added, her voice clearly feminine and foreign to these lands. There was a softness that seemed to command Dominance, perhaps unsurprising given the Matriarchal society that inhabits her people's homeland. 

A step forward would be made nonetheless, the woman relatively unequipped still quietly commanding the area around her as she made a careful approach. The Drow's words seemed to continue, trailing off confidently as she accounted the possible woes of this meet. "Like, some.. Sudden vine trap or something? Or some ritual..? You do seem harmless, though."
Anthony
````Midelia would wait for the drow to fully indulge herself in following the dryad as she continues to face the she-elf with her front.```
Kennith
The very human reaction to her words only reinforced this supposed trust between the two, that nod causing an intrigued narrow of her pale blue eyes. Now moving closer and closer, the Drow would take better care to look upon the features of the Dryad. The fiery red details and array of decor caused her to ponder, a mixture of a woman and nature - how fascinating. 

"Agh, slightly lost.. If I had a better map, I could have done this in.. No time, mhm.." - Coughing up her pride while elevating it, Vierna would hum in thought. Her hands gently placed against one another, the symbols of the Goddesses intertwining almost unintentionally. The calm ignorance of the Dryad seemed to spur some way of amusement, Vierna passively replying to the notion of traps almost smugly but reassuringly, too. "Well, you know.. Poachers, dangerous types. Obviously I'm not any of that, but still. Just.. Being cautious, hm?" 

Her boots soon toiled through the more irritating of the Forest landscape, slipping along branches with a huff but a determined one. She clearly lacked the air of experience, but boy was she confident. By her tone, it sounded as if she knew quite alot. "I've known little of your.. Kind. You were the one apparently stalking me, too.. So! Hyburn, yes..?" Her tone certainly felt ruder, or perhaps simply blunt. It seemed more a Drow mannerism than blatant malice, though perhaps that wasn't so recognisable.

Vierna followed to the very best of her ability, though with every stride it seemed she wouldn't change her ways. There was an elegant nature to her movement, one not entirely useful for the rugged Forests but nonetheless apparent. A hand casually fluttered infront of her, the familiar magic she formerly used on herself now sparking to life then dissipating. Boredom, perhaps?

"Well, clearly you must have been watching me if you wanted to be so helpful. Observant, then. Fine.." A tinge of irritation covered her words, less to do with the Dryad and more the travelling she had endured prior. There would be a brief silence before a glance perked up to the Dryad again, the struggling tone of the Dryad almost hinting at her to try and ease any tension. And so, some explanation came. - "Ahem, I'm.. Not meaning that in a bad way. It's been a long day, and now I'm suddenly venting it to a Talking Tree..-" Her words cut off in that moment, almost scoffing to herself before she continued. "..Also not your fault. From what you're doing, you're clearly helpful. So, I'd rather not call you just a Tree.."

A noticeable quicken of her step would be made apparent, trying best to close the distance in the least intrusive manner. Once she felt like the distance was suited, the Drow would offer her words again - A noticeable perk up at the far taller being. "Mmh, my name is Vierna. Vierna Argith. I haven't thanked you properly for the help. And.. Yours?" Truly, she struggled to even consider if Dryads even used names, her knowledge of them inherently flawed thanks to her background. Still, the outgoing and vocal one seemed to try and lessen her rudeness with this introduction.

Silence would not be in Vierna's playbook. A meet with a Dryad, assistance to reach the very Town she struggled to find. No, it would be a sign from Viviana herself, of the Fates assisting her shrouded goals. The more outgoing Drow managed the allowed distance well, clearly dominating the conversation with an unintentional exploitation of the Dryad's shy nature. One could tell that the Drow changed her tone after the introduction of her name - a subtle smile resting on her expression. 

"Well, I won't complain. This place is.. Majestic, but also a little confusing, heh." Vierna commented with a developing smirk, that pale blue gaze looking about at the very land they tread. Perhaps this sudden trust in the Dryad would reflect on the lack of turning heads. The Drow had been long treated with suspicion ever since their sketchy history, but this Dryad only cared for the purpose of helping others. Thus, she eased herself far more quickly into their talk. 

With every word, it seemed as though her voice grew more and more softer. That hostility slowly ceased, and now would be shown a more diplomatic route. "Midelia..? I like that. Better than 'The Talking Tree', atleast, mmh." Still, a bluntness remained but it was clearly spoken in amusement. The shy and quick turn of the Dryad seemed to intrigue her more, encouraging her to prod further. "And you're out here.. Alone, Midelia?" The Drow offered as her final question, alwhile travelling along to reach Hyburn.

The Night Elf couldn't help but spectate the effect the Dryad had on nature around. Ever a skittish animal that roamed or the very shrubbery that needed to be swiped past would give way for the Tree-like Humanoid. It was a sight to see, even lessening the amount of words the Drow was bound to offer. Vierna would make no fidget with her map, nor moved to doubt the navigation of Midelia - perhaps she too enjoyed the peace? Or, that moments like this were clear fuel for an eager, Young Adventurer.

The Drow perked a curious brow at the reply from Midelia, as an Elf and Noble she was particularly skilled in understanding why one would present themselves in certain ways. The clear tensity and shyness of company particularly intrigued her. It may or may not have influenced her reply. - of which was most certainly coming. 

"Oh? Then we share something similar, Midelia. Travelling light, you could call it." A subtle charm came from the Drow, not one of insult to the Dryad's position but to sympathize in a friendly manner. The heart to a shy soul was a careful one, and Vierna for all her arrogance was not cruel. Far from it. Those words in particular came with a smile, a free hand carefully adjusting at a loosened glove while she took in the scenery. Again, she seemed to find ways to sneak in more words. "Do you.. Know much of this Town? Get visitors from there?" The Drow would inquire, perhaps seeing how far she could get this one to open up.

And a natural in nature she was, as much as the Drow could witness. This quiet life in the Forest seemed to intrigue her, not in envy yet it always interested her how others lived their lives. In the rare times that Vierna kept quiet, she would take those moments to inspect and observe every slight variation in the Tree-Creatures movement; a strive to understand her mannerisms. 

On the topic of words, the confused reply of the Dryad caught amusement from the Dark Elf. Noticeable by the growing smirk as she slowly struggled through some explanation. "I didn't meant it literally, heh. Was trying to word something better than just calling us loners, mh." Vierna reasoned with a sigh, truly hating that word and how it rolled off the tongue. 

Her amusement continued until the Dryad began to ramble along into information perhaps not desired to be spilled. An Elven ear perked up at the words of Midelia, the Drow quick to catch on. Now, the questioning returned for the poor Dryad. "Huh..? Back where? Aly.. Hm?" Genuine intrigue sprouted within her words, seeming far more eager for an answer. Perhaps she already figured that it was an unintentional slip up, but Vierna hoped the Dryad would offer up the answer willingly without some declaration of her own.