Dawn winced at the pixies’ screaming. Spinning her daggers once, she slid them back into her belt, the white heat vanishing as if it had never been. Covering her ears, she looked around the clearing. There was a scarred naked man there she’d only seen out of the corner of her eye before. Her grey eyes took him in; by the looks of it, the pixies had been focused on more than the dark elf.<br/><br/>The pixies’ strange rhyme reached her, and she cocked her head slightly, listening. She liked the forest, as dangerous as it was. The thought of all the trees being stripped bare didn’t sit well with her.<i>The true enemy...</i>she shivered a little, but shook her head after a moment. She didn’t want to think about darkness and evil like what she’d seen all those years ago.<br/><br/>Her thoughts were broken by Verita’s appearance. From the oiled look of her skin and the tattered remains of her clothes, it was obvious that the man wasn’t the only one the pixies had gone after. That made sense; she was very pretty. She must have been the one moaning.<br/><br/>At Verita’s question, she took a step forward, lowering her hood. Her long, dark hair caught the morning breeze, drifting around her as her grey eyes flashed. She offered Darion a hint of a smile. “I’m Dawn,” she said simply, giving Verita a little curtsey. “I’d ask what<i>you’re</i>doing here, but that mostly answered itself.” She took in Darion’s nakedness again to punctuate her point. “I was on my way through the forest, but I heard...” she paused, pressing her finger to her chin. “What the pixies were doing.”<i>I heard the girl moaning</i>felt like it would have been a bit much.<br/><br/>She did a little twirl, her smile widening. “I’m not with<i>her</i>, if that’s what you’re wondering,” she said, gesturing vaguely in the ashen elf’s direction. “And if that girl’s on your side, then so am I.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>