<span style="font-style: italic">Na'vee stared at the man who bowed before her and knew he knew who she was; panic, uncontrollable panic set in as she searched the trees for Nikalie and any other bodies that would be a danger to her.  For years, Na'vee ran for her life because of who she was born to be.  Deep down, she knew the safety of the draclings were important for the Universe to maintain magic for all races, or else the Humans would be the only ones left and everyone else would be gone - like they never existed.<br/><br/>With quiet steps, she walked to the man who bowed and looked down at him with pleading eyes.</span>"Sir, please know that I don't like to be bowed to..."<span style="font-style: italic">Na'vee bent down elegantly and allowed her long legs to bend so she was face to face with him.  The wind, warm on her pale skin, blew her vibrant red hair forward as she touched his shoulder.</span>"I'm sorry to offend you, if I will, but please stand with me, not after me."<span style="font-style: italic">She placed her hand out to him, palm up, and waited with kind eyes.</span>