The display of land and sea before the Blood Elf woman was serene. Quiet. Full of the solitude her soul longed for.<br/>And then...<i>he</i>came along.<br/>Human, handsome in the way that such monkey-folk could be, she supposed, and definitely focused on fishing. She could tell enough of that by his gear and his manner as he trotted onto 'her' beach. His eyes were only for the sea, much like her own. Except she wasn't in his view. He was in hers.<br/>A tiny little snarl, a reminder of the bitch she had been in the past, curled one corner of the woman's lips. Her nose wrinkled almost cutely, the pert tip rising, slender nostrils flaring in disdain.<br/>Humans. Why did the faire let just anyone in? Why couldn't it be...elite? Selective? Fine, let the cow people in, she didn't mind them much. But humans?<br/>With a sigh, she lowered herself to the ground, feet almost dangling over where the soft ground of the hill ended and abruptly turned into jagged and steep rocks making up a cliffside. Pulling her dress's long lengths around her feet, she kept legs and feet covered but still shivered in the breeze, just a little.<br/>I suppose someone has to look after the farm animals and petting zoo, she thought to herself. Then she sighed again and stared at the man, wondering if he could feel the burn of her glare in his back. How intent was he on fishing, anyway?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>