In the aftermath of the entire situation, Y'vaste was quiet. She was more than a little angry at herself now for not accepting the fey's offer. She didn't care much about future matters, so their warning fell empty on her ears, but she would have enjoyed the creatures tending to her desires, and to have their magic fuel her being. And she let that all slip between her fingers because of a name and some words. Was a fragment of her past really worth what she just squandered? It mattered little, what was done is done. Huffing a little, Y'vaste looked at those gathered. They were wary, even afraid of her, but didn't seem intend to try and getting themselves killed or anything, so she was mostly just ignored and watched at the same time.<i>"Future doom and gloom, certainly too dreary a thought for morning fine as this. T'matters little to one who will not die."</i>She grumbled, catching Darion's wary eyeing of her and briefly raising her lioncloth to flash him her naked groin in response.<i> "Wicked fierey eyes or not, tis rude to stare. I suggest you seek a different feast for your hungry gaze." </i><br/><br/>Covering herself up again, Y'vaste started to wander away from the group, following her senses.<i>"Do not think yourself liberated from my presence, I've got more questions and still requires answers of you, warrior-man."</i>She moved to the north outcropping of trees, in the opposite direction the faeries went.<i>"Do not make yourselves fools, but instead men. Don't try to slip and hide. I can and will find you."</i>With those words the ashen-skinned elf went up ahead, giving herself some solitude. She really didn't care to stay around and watch the aftermath of their encounter with the fey. Such concerns and worries were beneath her. And it was dull. Mostly dull. She could easily find them again anyway, and she had seen the signs of a lake nearby. Washing all the mud out of her hair and the grime off her skin would be pleasant at least, and giver her a fresh mind to deal with the mortals. She walked calmly and slowly, if anyone was following her he'd have no trouble catching up.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>