Adia was grateful for Ian's respect. She thought, perhaps, he might become a friend. It was iffy... but she could try. Friends didn't come easily to her, and half the time, she didn't even went any. She glanced back at him, and smiled a little, to signify that she appreciated what he was doing.<br/><br/>She turned to Arryk. "A pleasure, Arryk. My name is Aradia Grimassae... Adia, or Adi, if it pleases you." She smirked a little. "I am the<span style="font-style: italic">other</span>mongrel around here." She chose not to mention her  brother. Beside the fact, she almost seemed proud of her blood.<br/><br/>Much as the government tried, they would not break her like some horse; she was that wild stallion that never gave in. She saw the same in Arryk, she thought. Ideas were brewing like a storm in her head, and she wondered if this time, she should follow through...