Nil shook her head at his question. "I heard someone yelling, and I wanted to see who or what was being yelled at. I already spoke with the husband of the woman and he says that it happens with her quite frequently. To be honest with you, people like me are not entirely welcomed in our own lands. I am a mix breed as my father was human and my mother was a cat. I pray that I will see them again one day soon. I also have two siblings. I am Niloofar Attar, but you, Lucien, may call me Nil. I did fix you up, and you are most welcome. Maybe it would be nice to have a travelling companion," she replied quickly.<br/><br/>"Do not worry about leaving, Lucien. 'Tis safe where we are located. It is further in the forest than you could imagine," Nil explained. She was nervous at once and began wondering about his clothes and what ever kind of eye wear he had on. "May I ask you a couple of questions, Lucien? To begin with, what is that thing on your eyes?" Nil laughed at her own question. Her nerves were beginning to get the better of her and she hated it when that seemed to happen.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Well the river of life is rough as it can be boy...</span><br/>(Tools for the Soul by: Steve Basset)