The young druid hid herself away in the folds of the cloak the warrior had given her for reasons well appreciated. Once her skin was shrouded by the dark red fabric a sigh of relief fell over her face. She seemed ever more happy being able to hide herself away in a certain anonymity, especially with the barely clothed ashen elf darting away in front of her eyes. She had seen the men stare at her breasts, just like they stared and coveted the elven ones. It was not something she could muster a smile over, however she couldn't miss the admiring looks and lust-filled stares of the Ramen. They were not directed at her, she was quite relieved at that fact, but to her amusement he seemed to direct them towards something she could not define as anything she had ever seen before.<br/><br/>The elf scared her, and so did it do so to the warrior. Nevertheless she felt she was right, and felt somewhat proud to be given account for her words to be right, that keeping the elf close and friendly was the best solution for now. Blushing like a newly we bride, she averted her eyes completely from the warrior, unknowing that in her muttering thoughts she had yet again been staring at his muscled physique. She needed to stop this madness already, and wanted nothing more then to blame the pixiedust mixture with oil that still clinged with a heat against her skin.<br/><b><span style="color: DarkRed"><br/>
''It's still late winter, although the cold hasn't chilled me to the bones yet thanks to the strange concoction the pixies were using. We really ought to wash this off before we move along with our travels...''</span></b><br/><br/>And as soon as she had finished the last words of her sentence the sound of water splashing against something as solid as skin was noticeable in the air. Verita turned and walked with the others towards the general direction of which the elf had disappeared.<br/><b><span style="color: DarkRed"><br/>
''I think she has already found a place to wash it off, Darion.''</span></b>Verita answered the lingering question of the man, as she walked by his side and turned a corner to see the breathtaking oasis of clear blue water appear before her eyes. Without any hesitation, she unclasped the newly found protection against unwanted stares, folded it neatly into a puddle of cloth. Once she had secured and put away the bundle in a dry place, she stretched her aching bones and tested the cold water before she plunged with a rather ungraceful jump into the beautiful lake. Washing her skin had never felt so cleansing and pure in her life before as she could feel the oil glide through her fingers with each stroke upon her body.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: DarkRed">''The water is delicious, and even somewhat warm for a late winternight!''</span></b><br/><br/>It was then that the elf started singing the entrancing song, which kept Verita's attention upon the bathing woman for quite a while. She did not even falter her gaze once with a remorse of staring for too long, although when the ancient being stopped her words and slapped the water, the girl averted her gaze as quickly as she had given it. Hoping Y'vaste had not noticed the attention.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>