Contemplating the gentleman across the room, a few details began to clarify in her mind. Her eyes drawn repeatedly to the width of his shoulders, she almost blushed. A weakness of hers. She almost snorted before she remembered it wasn't ladylike. But there was more, or less she was noticing. The claw that held the glass could certainly be an affectation of any race, perhaps even an injury turned to advantage with magic or engineering. But she caught the glow hiding within the shadows where eyes should be.<br/>Forsaken.<br/>Dropping into a curtsey that was well-performed but still looked awkward on her large frame, she swept up her glass and saluted him with it. The delicious flavors of the wine slipped along her tongue, making her think of the wine's origins and her own past.<br/>Being a child of two cultures, she was not one for prejudice and bigotry, but the Forsaken were something she knew very little about. She took another drink, larger, to swallow back the tightness in her throat as a chill she despised ran up her spine. She refused to be afraid. Refused the primal impulses that made her lips want to form a snarl. She had been given the gift of acceptance in her past and had ever4y intention of passing that gift on whenever she could.<br/>Placing her drink back on the totem of water, she willed the spark circling her hips to fade, and continued her dancing. Lit by the more subtle glow of her totems, she could see better, and perhaps hide her own gaze. Her eyes seeking out the stranger each time her dance brought him into view, she let him and the other patrons fade to a lesser awareness as she reveled in the feel of movement for the sake of enjoyment.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>