Dawn tilted her head as Dal’tek introduced her, grey eyes peering curiously at the elven woman. She<i>was</i>elven, and for sure, not like the ashen elf. Her dark hair and lithe figure reminded Dawn of her own, but that was where their similarities ended. Kali’s skin was tanned where Dawn’s was pale, her eyes gold where Dawn’s were silver, and Kali was taller than her by more than a third. It seemed she had the Aviari’s trust, at least, and Dawn supposed that meant she was one of the<i>less</i>insane elves. Hopefully<i>very</i>less insane -<i>two</i>unpredictable elves might be a bit much.<br/><br/>She skipped back a few steps, not wanting to get too far ahead of the group. “Food and stories,” she said with a nod. “<i>In that order</i>.” She grinned and spun back around, toward the promise of food. Tales were always much better on a full stomach; Lucian had always said that, and he wasn’t wrong.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>