As the small team went along on the open road, taking in all of the sights and scents, Aya would go on bouts of chattering and playing her violin, with suspiciously long segments of silence in between. Nothing she said was ever too personal, and most of it was, indeed, the odes and tales of the other great heroes and heroines that the moon elf so desperately sought to emulate.<br/><br/>Every once in a rare while a shape could be seen skittering through the woods, mostly blending with its surroundings but not being too careful not to be seen. Were anyone to notice, point it out, or draw a weapon, the elf would brush it away, stating that it was "Just Duri."<br/><br/>Then the unusually armored figure strode out of the forest, causing Aya to giggle randomly. He reminded her oddly of someone that she had studied with when she was very young, another human. Couldn't trust humans though... the bard always had to remember that part. It was an important part.<br/><br/>Ooh, pretty leaves. The adornments couldn't escape her keen eyes. And since the man wasn't an elf... maybe he wasn't as different from her old teacher as she had thought.<br/><br/>"Heeeeeey," she called out jovially.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>