Kennith
The expressions plain to see on the Dryad seemed to bewilder the Drow. Though this was some Living specimen of the Fae realms, she seemed all the more vulnerable to the famed weaknesses of a mortal heart. The shyness, and blatant struggle to manage a sentence only brought further suspicion to this slip up. Alynthi, she seemed to assume. Would the Dryad have hesitated down to the knowledge of Lazarothian-Alynthi relations, or perhaps there was something personal there that this Wild Beacon of Nature wouldn't wish to detail. Regardless, Vierna was far too clever to be tricked by the struggles of a clearly bad liar. Her pace seemed keen on exploiting the awkwardness of the Dryad, soon slipping on over to the side of the much taller yet far less confident being. 

There was a consideration to her next reply, avoiding a careless stutter or flustered expression. Was it better to pry, or showcase some.. Care in her words? Her thinking seemed analytical, scholarly in a fashion of finding the best outcome for her. Alynthi ultimately seemed her goal, a land most foreign yet intrigued her the most. One place her Family likely despised, it would be perfect for her personal ambitions of breaking tradition. The Dryad's quick-natured refusal to mention it seemed to be the main theme for her words, but in a careful manner. 

"Oh, clearly. Look, I'm not trying to pry into anything personal from you. Midelia, I'm.. Simply curious if you meant Alynthi? It has quite some importance to me, really more the reason I'm trapsing through this Forest in the first place.." Vierna explained rather clearly, her own details locked away in a more confident and casual manner. Her reasoning for Alynthi didn't sound nefarious in manner, though some argue that the Drow as a race are often manipulative in nature. 

At the time these words were offered, the Drow would make keen inspections of the area around. Nature seemed to consume this land, little found in terms of Mankind's creation.

"Ah.." Was all that the Drow offered in reply at first, a dignified nod leaving her to ponder on the travels of the Dryad. Vierna would have prodded further unsurprisingly if it weren't for the suddenly renewed pace of the Dryad, her gained closeness now lost within just a few moments. An instinctive pout marked her expressions, her stares forced to witness the growing movements away as she followed the Dryad from a distance once more. 

Be it the defense mechanism of the shy Dryad, Vierna seemed to get the idea by her notable silence. In her thoughts, constant considerations would be made on how best she could approach Midelia. Truly, if there even was a point? Distracting herself by distant looks out to the nature around, she soon figured how little she had cared for nature in her life. Vierna was used to Noble functions, studies of the Arcane. The trapsing of earthly ground seemed foreign to her as much as the land she now roamed. 

For a moment, regret seemed to litter her mind. Regret, only followed by a recollection of the reasoning behind her little journey. A scene in a well-lit hall, the laughter of her Family, reminiscing on tales of the Dragons. These thoughts seemed to spur an increased movement, a hand brushing at the pouch rested on her hip to uncover the map once more. 

A keen inspection of its details resumed, thankfully for the the Dryad she followed would carve out an easier path for her to avoid rocks and so forth as she looked upon the symbols and paths that may spy clues to her whereabouts. The Forest seemed to grow thicker, the clearing an area of safety only shrouded by the thicker trees that would lead to the Town. 

The Drow notably quietened down in this area of the journey, seeming to leave the Dryad to her peace.
Anthony
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Kennith
Vierna's quiet and unintentional sulk seemed to have its effect, the Drow having been left to her thoughts. She didn't want to be annoying, nor allow her tone to hurt the other's feelings. Thrown into the deep end of the pool by her own two hands, she would carry a confident smile on an otherwise clueless face. It would seem her prodding, and blatant curiousity finally got her dismissed. In her mind, she truly had her doubts on just what she aimed to achieve with this journey. If she couldn't manage a discussion with a simple Dryad, then just how successful would she be? Thoughts of weakness rose, an otherwise dark place typically hidden by her confident exterior would grow. Just another guide, to bring the foolish along to a pointless quest..

That flurry of doubt and irritation seemed to suddenly snap away as Midelia's voice called out to her in.. Question? A look of surprise shone over her expression, that blink of hope soon returning. Interest, is what that was. The shy Dryad seemed to find some willingness to speak with the outgoing and verbal Noble, and that all but comforted the Drow's worried thoughts. A smile seemed plain on her expression as her words returned - disturbing the peace in all the right ways, as she spoke in a clearly friendly manner. 

"..W-Why..? This terrible map, of course.." The Drow at first teased, a gentle patter of the truly useful illustrations of the land around. She was quick to continue in hopes of avoiding an awkward misinterpretation from her shy aquaintance. "Heh, no.. You're actually curious? Maybe I shouldn't be wasting the perfect time to spill my truth.. Tst." Composing herself a final time with some adjustment to her attire, the Drow continued in a tone both eager and offering that dramatic tinge to her tale. It was likely the first time she got the chance to spill it, of course.

"I.. Came from Lazaroth. My home, as you may know of my kind...? Well, I've never really been allowed to leave it. My.. Family demands alot from me. They have traditions and values that seem to force my choices wherever I go. I guess you could say, I couldn't stomach some of their more.. Radical ones, hm? There's a history there, that's long and quite complicated." Vierna seemed to pause for a moment as she considered her words closely, whatever the history is sure daunted on the She-Elf. Eventually her pale blue eyes returned to Midelia's wanders, clearly the Drow distracted more on offering her tale than avoiding the stray rock or so. Truly walking on eggshells, but the story must be offered! 

"..Let's just say, If I stayed there any longer I may have ended up just like them. My reasoning to be here, is.. I hope to do right, my own way. For their issues, my Family carry an Innate History in Enchantment. The.. Glow you may have seen before?" The Drow offered out her left hand, palm opening as her dark grey features began to be swarmed by a careful and masterful aura of magic. The colouring was on the lighter side, a simple little showcase of her channeling that clearly showed she knew exactly what she was doing - unlike her map reading skills. "I.. Thought I could go out, into the lands I've only heard of, and.. To offer my services in some way. We have a school back in Lazaroth, but really it's only for the more wealthier patrons." With a final shrug, Vierna collected her thoughts into some way of a personal summary. "Listen, I just.. Felt I could do more good by.. Grabbing it more forcefully, you know? My way." The Daughter of House Argith concluded with a smile, somewhat proud to claim her actions as her own.
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Allowing her words to be processed, her attentions soon focused far more on her footwork. A trapse or two caught a stray rock, and she would inevitably stumble with a sudden gasp. The nearby bark of a tree saved a potential fall by a quick grip from her gloves, the She-Elf sighing as she assessed her surroundings - much to the surprise that she looked upon the closeness of the Forest edge. They had been travelling far, it seemed.. Or perhaps they were closer than they thought? "Huh.."