Avians chattered and chirped to each other from the trees, calling out to each other in their own musical language just as the Aviari, their greater cousins called out to each other as well beneath the great boughs of the Escara trees where the rivers met and the bright and colorful bird people and their few guests came to bathe in the crystal clear waters of the slow moving rivers. It was a beautiful area not too dissimilar from a beach in some aspects. People crowded at the pristine banks, often in groups given the Aviari’s social and outgoing nature though a rare few sought to enter the cool and refreshing waters own their own away from the groups be it for their own peace of mind or something else all together.<br/><br/>Kali was one such of these rare outliers among the flocks of Aviari that ambled around the banks of the river and talked laughed and otherwise enjoyed themselves as they went about their daily business of keeping themselves clean. The elf sat alone by pristine waters as people milled about around her, sometimes stopping to say hi and greet her if she was an Aviari herself before moving on and affording the woman solitude once more after they’d questioned her about her latest adventures. It did not bother her, in fact she had greatly missed these beautiful and carefree people long since she’d set out on the road once more a few months ago but she always came back here. The beautiful sights and sounds and the vivid colors of the Aviari people as well as their free and easy attitude were like a therapy of a kind for the woman, something of a reminder that the best lives were those that were lived focusing on the moment rather than dwelling on any particular aspect of the past. This had become her home of sorts even if it were only a few months at a time and the people had become her family and despite herself she had even picked up some of their habits such as being completely at ease with her own nude form while with the bird-people.<br/><br/>Much like her avian friends the woman was completely nude from head to toe, exposing her dusky dark brown skin without a care in the world and she was definitely a sight to behold even if she lacked the grandiose plumage of the Aviari people. The desert-dweller was thin and almost ethereal looking like all elves, her breasts small tear shaped perky orbs their brown nipples slightly erect from the chill air. Her face was statuesque, almost as if an artist’s chisel had brought her to life from simple marble and her golden, amber hued eye shone with life as she looked out over the crystal clear waters as they ran. The woman was carefully working on unbraiding one long, single plait of dark brown, nearly black hair that she ‘d flipped over one of her slender shoulders for ease causing the end to tickle her smooth and lightly muscled midriff. As her nimble, long fingers worked at the plaits the thin wiry muscles on her back and forearms moved in accordance, the dark runic script tattooed on her left hand and sprawling up to her elbow dancing with the simple movements. Just as her shoulders were slender her back was smooth and well muscled, a long and painful looking scar beside her spine that stretched from her neck to nearly the small of her back being the only thing that marred the smooth and supple flesh of her body.<br/><br/>Kali watched herself in the water’s surface as she worked on loosening  her long and complex braid, eyes unfocused and largely inactive as she took a moment to relax completely and totally, to clear her mind of everything so that she might find focus.  It had been far too long since she had visited these people, visited her /home/. The thought brought a smile to the woman’s lips and she briefly wondered if she should be attaching herself so much to the tribe. She of course squashed the thought and brushed it off as soon as it had come up of course. ‘There is no reason to be scared this time, Kali. These people have taken you in and despite your outliving them they have continued to remember you for two generations.’ Still a doubt tugged at her mind a certain little feeling in the pit of her stomach that made the cross –legged woman settle uncomfortably before she shook her head and redoubled her efforts to undo her braided hair. Why did she feel this way? Maybe she was just being paranoid, yes that was it. ' Kali you are simply afraid of loss.'<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>