Tyl'ra stormed off, lost in her thoughts. She did keep herself alert to make sure that the odd woman was following. She could not explain what she was feeling. She had always been attracted to strength. Nisha was not strong. It made no sense but the strange phantom feelings that she had could not be ignored. The urge to run almost won out but she had told the tiefling that she would take her to the trading post. She was many things but not a liar. So rather than run, she forced her pace to slow. It was still a chore for the smaller woman to match her stride. The taller elf knew it was not fair to punish the sorceress for what it was she had felt but still, she pushed the pace.<br/><br/>The savage elf did not like how often that they were forced to stop so the other woman could drink. More than that though, was the awkward feelings she got when on those breaks the other woman could not seem to keep her eyes off the elf's body. It was remarkably unnerving. Even trying to ignore her was hard when she insisted on fanning herself. Tyl'ra had her doubts as to just how inadvertent the glimpses of soft, sweat-slicked flesh were. Each time, Nisha would keep it up until the elf was blushing and the embarrassment would push her into forcing the march to start again. It was already beginning to cool and the sun had dipped before they stopped. Tyl'ra led then to a small cave hewn into the rock of a jagged outcropping and lit a small fire. Again, not thinking, the elf's backside was put on prominent display when she bent to work on lighting the few dry branches and dried dung that comprised the fuel. Food was a few heated strips of dried, unidentifiable meat. With little conversation, Tyl'ra moved into the cave and tried to go to sleep.<br/><br/>Again the sensation of soft hands came to her and she bit her lip. Why was this happening? Was she smitten with the odd outlander? Being that she had no real experience with magic, she was completely unaware of the real source. After the feeling of the hands caressing her stopped sleep was hard to find but eventually overcame the slender woman. Waking with the glaring sun, Tyl'ra began to bury the embers and salvage anything she could that might still be able to be used again. She swatted at the insect that would become the source of Nisha's shriek and then Tyl'ra had to stare in wide-eyed surprise at the power that the other exhibited. Maybe she was not so helpless after all.<span style="color: darkorange">"Silence, foolish outlander. Sound carries and you may have alerted any number of things to our presence!"</span>She hissed. Within minutes they were moving again. Baleful glances were cast in Nisha's direction as the elf hurried across the blasted land. Alertness that seemed to border on paranoia slowed their progress to a level that was more manageable for the city-raised tiefling.<br/><br/>The sight of the forest seemed to only increase the worry Tyl'ra exhibited as it came into view. She was not terribly comfortable with the confinement that the trees represented but still she did smile at Nisha's exuberance.<span style="color: darkorange"> "You are a strange one, Ni-Sha." </span>she muttered and tried to hide the slight smile. The other woman's subtle sexual joke had the elf moving again in an attempt to avoid being drawn into any more talk like that.<span style="color: darkorange">"Come, we have to go into the forest. It is a dangerous place... Hard to see at any distance."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>