<span style="font-style: italic">Na'vee, riddled with questions and curiosity, nodded her head in a polite curtsy.  It had been a while since she could sit down and enjoy tea with anyone - or just herself for that matter - without fearing someone would catch up to her. Six summers she ran.  Six summers she feared.  Looking around as he poured her some tea, she noticed that the cabin was very bland and white - nothing personal, nothing woman.  With a few quick blinks, she pushed the rude thoughts away and then looked back at the Crotyre.</span>"My gyrfalcon is uneasy - but he is Holet and I, Na'vee."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Although she wanted to look the gentleman in the eyes, she kept them diverted to hide the green that would give her away as a dragon-born.</span>