When the elf closed nearer and overturned the strange woman it was immediately apparent just how /soft/ she was. While her body was lithe and slender there was no real definition or muscle to be found. Wandering hands would notice that at her thighs, hips and stomach there were actually soft deposits of fat that gave her genuine, if small, womanly curves. If she were an Athasian noble then she would have to have been one damn near as powerful as the sorcerer-kings and queens themselves if she could afford such dress and could afford the liability of letting her body remain so soft where in Athas the world would break someone like her.<br/><br/>As she was felt so vigorously and moved the woman made no signs of waking, her lustrous raven hair tangling with her white, nearly ivory horns, the tips digging into the sand of the desert floor that lay under the rough grass. She was breathing, and smelled strongly feminine, of some type of<a class="externalLink" href="http://www.philphox.com/phoxy/2007/slides/2007007%20single%20pink%20lily.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">flower</a>definitely not native to Athas anymore and it was likely quite unfamiliar and maybe even offensive to the elf’s nose given the unfamiliarity. It was clear that however she got here it was likely not through travel. She had no pack with her and the only possessions aside from the dagger at her belt, the delicate rope of braided silver at her neck and the object clenched in her fingers was the small cloth pouch that had been hidden under her left side.<br/><br/>When gentle pressure was applied her fingers parted to reveal yet another mystery to the elven woman, a flower that was likely yet another unknown to the Athisan elf, yet another piece of a puzzle that the unconscious woman was unable to help her with. When the elf’s rough, weather and sun worn hands would attempt to seize her necklace, an inevitability given the value of /any/ precious metal let alone those like silver and gold, the strange woman would startle, the touch of the fingers upon her neck and the delicate silver pulling against the back of her neck doing something that the rough grabs and pokes had not for some reason.<br/><br/>Her eyes snapped open, the irises as black as the obsidian of the Dead Lands, so black that they were nearly unable to be picked out from the dark pupils. Almost immediately her eyes snapped back closed however, the bright light searing her sensitive eyes and only serving to aggravate the dull pounding in her head that was slowly beginning to rob the woman of all other sensations.  The Tiefling let out a low groan and held up her hand in the general direction of the absurdly bright sunlight before opening her sensitive eyes once more and blinking them blearily.<br/><br/>What the hell was all of this? Why exactly was every just.. so damn bright? Why was she situated in rough grass and sand and most importantly of all what the hell had happened to the woman who’d given her the pink lily at her mother’s brothel and had promised her a good time after her coming of age party? Everything was swimming before her and she shook her head to try and steady her vision before taking a deep breath and nearly choking on the hot, dry air of the desert planet before sputtering. This was definitely not Sigil, this was definitely not the Gilded Lily and the woman in front of her was definitely not Elizabeth.<br/><br/>Wait.. there was a woman in front of her! The Tiefling almost immediately tried to spring back as much as her position and of course hangover allowed. Her head hit the sand and she groaned once more, her tail uncoiling rapidly from her leg in the process of trying to scramble backwards, spade like tip digging into the rough grass as she looked up at what she assumed would be the death of her.  The woman likely a native of wherever she was… and certainly looked elvin enough in form though was certainly taller than any elf she’d seen in Sigil and she’d seen quite a few and even her own mother was one. Realizing it wasn’t likely wise to keep silent with a tall and feral looking woman peering down at her with her own dagger in hand the mysterious woman spoke up in her own dialect of Elvish, praying it would translate well with whoever this was. “ I… where is this? What is all of this?” She gestures around, immediately squinting her eyes as she loses her shield from the harsh rays that beat down on her from the darkened sun of the planet.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">“ This is not Sigil, not The Cage.” </span>The woman seemed more than a little shocked as she looked around and took in the desolate landscape and then at the sky once more and frowned. The expression caused the corners of her mouth to sink , her pointed ears nearly falling with them before she signed.<i><span style="color: blue"> This is why you do not drink in The City of Doors</span></i>, she thought, a mental groan echoing through her head. She could have been in a warm bed with Elizabeth after a nice night with her ‘family’ but no, instead she apparently took quite the wrong turn in her drunken reverie.<span style="color: blue">“There is an actual sky here… and sand.”</span>Her left hands takes a handful from the earth, letting it slip between the cracks of her fingers, sharp nails digging into her palm.<br/><br/>She’s almost oblivious to the elf for a long moment before her onyx-colored eyes once more snap onto the woman and then rapidly traverse her face and end at the dagger she was holding. It was clear she’d likely was being looted by the native, the tall tan and leather clad elf cradling her dagger like it was some great treasure. “<span style="color: blue">Look… if you can explain this to me I will give you gold. “</span>Money had to be at least worth something on this planet ,right? She had at least one-hundred gold worth of coin in her purse. It wasn't a vast amount but she knew it was a good deal compared to the average commoner. After that thought she lets the sensations of a totally alien and new world surround her. The smell was the most overpowering though, especially that of the strange elf in front of her. It wasn't totally objectionable though it certainly was different to a woman like her who was used to bathing with scented soaps and various other frills that came with living in a large city like Sigil.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>