Having followed Dal'tek and the others, Y'vaste mostly kept quiet as the aviari let the thinned group towards the dining area. Amongst the others present, the warped elf drew less attention from the crowds, no longer followed by an undesired entourage, that her appearance still caused turned heads. Not just from the Aviari, but a sun-kissed elf that felt unfamiliar to Y'vaste. She hadn't been with the group before, so the dark-skinned newcomer must've already been in village before they arrived. Eyes hidden by her blindfold, she spied Kali's pity. The ashen-skinned elf kept her visage neutral as before, but the markings on her body that were so plain to see for all faintly lit up with a blood-red luminance. Inside Y'vaste's mind, a slavering beast cried out for fire and blood.<b>Pity? Sympathy?</b>Another soul that failed to see just how mighty she was, at least the pixies had treated her with proper respect.<br/><br/>The elf's flaring pride wasn't visible from the outside, apart from a small growl to herself. Reason was stronger that the madness inside her skull for now. If she gave into that desire for blind destruction again, it'll only leave her with empty hands and a mind void of any memories. Her thoughts wandered away from their destructive course, back to her first meeting with the group. It was already starting to become hard to recall, soon, there would be nothing for her broken mind to recollect and for all she knew she'd have always been traveling with the unlikely band. Despite the fading memory, the name Lilith rang in her head again and again. The warrior had called her that, right? Where had he gone anyway? Y'vaste had such important questions to ask him. If she could remember them.<br/><br/>When they arrived at the large stump serving as a table, Y'vaste was far from impressed. Not that she had had her hopes up high, but the bowls filled with greenery of all sorts looked just as appealing as rock  to her. Listlessly she sat down and began prodding the contents of one of the trays in front of her, accidentally impaling a small, soft fruit on her claw. Despite her needlessly dramatic introspection, and displeasure at the lack of palatable dishes the noise along with the faces Verita made Y'vaste look her way. Kali's amusement was shared by the warped elf, who even smirked slightly, instead of making some monstrous grimace.<br/><br/><i>"Life seems been as sour as that root for you, wide-eyed girl, Ill luck has set your fortunes a-whirl. <br/>
or perhaps it is not bad luck, but clumsiness that had struck? <br/>
For earlier in the lake, your fiery embrace turned your breasts into steak."</i><br/><br/>Y'vaste showed only minor interest when Dal'tek mentioned stories, but when Kali lapsed into silent contemplation it quickly faded in favor of the reason she had been following this group for now. Painting her wooden plate with the spilled juice of a peach she had tried out, the warped elf spoke towards Dawn and Verita.<i>"Where has your silver knight gone? I have question that need be asked before the next dawn. If not food, then what has the warrior sought? A bird in the nude? Or did he chase a different thought?"</i>She tilts her head as she speaks in rhyme, trying to make her question seem innocent.<br/><br/>Before the elf could get her answer, Kali had already decided upon a story to share, or perhaps two, as she elaborated. With an amused smirk Y'vaste listened to Kali paint the land of her origin with her words on the canvas of their imagination. When the tanned elf presented their options, Y'vaste's smirk broadened into a grin. Her unsettlingly sharp teeth plain on display again.<i>"If the choice were left in my claws, then I will give what I prefer without pause. While riddles and death do appeal, they fall short of the snake's spiel. T'is rare that a tale of betrayal fails to amuse, for t'is not hard to find one's muse."</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>