She dismissed his remark with a wave of her hand. "Far be it for me to try to change the mind of...well...someone like you...on what is beautiful and what is assinine..."<br/>Lilith sighed. She'd hoped not to come to this point with the stranger. She had enjoyed his company until he'd decided to be insulting. Of course she was snooty, it was in her blood and a part of her culture. They were on opposite sides of a war, after all, and she was a Blood Elf. But just because she'd jabbed at him every instant, he didn't need to respond. Insults weren't his strength after all. And what was his strength, he claimed to accept but then denied. He had suggested she was into bestiality when she rather threw herself at him for the chance to...enjoy...his Worgen side's charms. He said he accepted his Worgen half, but then spoke of how much better his human side was, and how stupid the wild Worgen were. Confusing!<br/>She felt rather silly, really. Was she so lonely that she was trying to 'make out' with a human? How ghastly. She clearly wasn't his type, and he? He was not hers either. So had it been loneliness that had compelled her to even speak with him? What a waste.<br/>The Blood Elf woman shook her head and turned to walk away. There wasn't much left to be said. She had been coy, she had been kind. She had been seductive, she had been obvious. She had even attempted to prick his ire. The man was as passionate as a bowl of porridge, and Lilith was pretty sure porridge was very much the opposite of passionate.<br/>Beyond the tall grasses, the little cloud of glowing mist was moving through on its route, winding around this or that small valley or hill. She would go to it, she decided. She'd sat within it before. It always slipped away, but it always came back, too. That, she knew, was something that made sense. What was behind her made no sense anymore.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>