Verita could feel the burn upon her breasts compete with the burn of shame spreading over her cheeks. Her situation wasn't made any better when Dawn glided forward through the water to aid her wounds, as if she was something to be looked after for. A pang of incompetence struck her heart when she ducked quickly underneath the surface and collected enough energy to soothe her wounds as fast as possible. Upon resurfacing she looked in the worried eyes of her kind companion and stuttered,<br/><br/><b><span style="color: DarkRed">''I..I might not be as good in attacking others with my magic, but at least healing is one of my abilities that will never fail me... I hope.''</span></b><br/><br/>The raw print of her hands was still a soft rosey pink, a gentle contrast with her pearly white skin as it healed with her magic. She had been to fast in wanting to heal it, but it will disappear in a matter of hours, the most important thing was that she was not hurt any more. To her great relief none of the others had noticed her burns, nor did they make any attempts to heal it. Her pain in failing was already tough enough to deal with, she did not like to be treated as such either. To her surprise the Aviari only continued their words, and attempted to soothe Darion and Forans aggressive behaviour with words of calm and peace.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: DarkRed">''Do you think they will trust them? Do you trust them?''</span></b>She asked quietly to Dawn who was now close enough to hear her whispers, and still gazing at her with a concerned look in her eyes. Verita made her way towards the edge of the water, looking over her shoulder with a glance that asked the other girl to follow her as well. For what reason would it be to be stark naked in a lake, when others were looking upon their figures?<br/><br/>Maybe Verita was just a prude, but she quickly made her way towards her clothes and finally smiled when the dark thick fabric of the cloak she had gotten from the warrior concealed her naked skin from sight. Now she was presentable enough to face the bird-people who smiled so gently and offered them a safe place to spend the night in their village. She really wanted to go with them, to see how they lived and learn from their ways. If there was any creature she was more interested in then anything in the world it would be the Aviari. A fascination she had gotten from her father, whom told her the most fantastical and loving bedtime stories every night about the bird people of the woods helping travellers in need. She now knew those weren't fairy tales, her father had told her the truth. But she was not sure yet if he knew, just like she knew now, that they were real.<br/><br/>The druid girl plucked the tiny feather from her hair and blew softly on them in order to dry and put them back in her wet braids. It was a useless gesture, but upon seeing these creature of the wicked woods, she has started to miss her father. An emotion conflicting greatly with all the others she already felt.<br/><b><span style="color: DarkRed"><br/>
''How can you see a vision of us? What does it mean? and.. Can.. Can I come with you? I really want to see your village, my father... ''</span></b><br/><br/>Verita bit her lip for a moment as she walked carefully past the edge of the lake, now edging much closer to the warrior still in his defending stance.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: DarkRed">''Will you promise not to hurt us? I've heard stories of my father, that your people are never violent, unless provoked. Are they true? Because if this is true, I'd love to come with, as long as the others agree upon this as well. I do not want to leave anyone behind, we owe our lives to each other. A strange coincidence that I cannot believe is truly a coincidence any more has brought us together, I believe we should not part yet. I want answers first... I hope the others feel the same?''</span></b><br/><br/>Verita looked around her, and rested her gaze upon each and every member of the group, her eyes darting around to find Donchen before her lips turned into a sad smile when she could not find him.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkRed"><b>''I guess we have lost another one...''</b></span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>