Y'vaste had been quiet during the entire hour-long trip towards the Aviari village, even her mind had been silent for once as she simply listened to sounds of nature around them. What few thoughts she entertained were centered more around idle interest in her companions, rather than dwelling on her fate. So at ease she had been, that she hadn't noticed Donchen slip away before it was too late. She growled as he vanished into the undergrowth. Of course, the ashen elf could easily go after him, teach him some lesson about fleeing, and find the group again after cleaning the fur out of her teeth, but she couldn't be bothered to make the effort right now. Besides, she couldn't risk losing the group she was with, it was already getting hard to recall how they met.<br/><br/>When they reached the treetop village, she had climbed it on her own force rather rely on the aid of the birdmen. A few leaps between branches allowed her to easily reach the stone square in the centre of town where the group was being gathered. Y'vaste, for what is was worth, was clearly underwhelmed by the place. Lacking the ability to appreciate the beauty of the place, she just glanced around. Stone, wood, nothing special that really seemed to warrant the amazement Verita showed. Though perhaps the girl's wonder had a different origin, as the ashen elf caught the girl glancing at her chest, which earned a confused look from Y'vaste in her direction. What was everyone's fascination with her chest? She wasn't the most gifted person in the breast department, but that was hardly a reason to stare.<br/><br/>Y'vaste ended up wandering away before the green-feathered Aviari trio even arrived. Muttering darkly as the flamboyantly colored men and women gathered around the party. It was very hard for her to see and treat the bird folk as people. It just felt that these lesser races were more animal than man to her, despite the grand village all around her. The mention of food had made things worse too, though mostly the lack of any meat to eat. How could these 'people' eat anything that didn't bleed was beyond her. It didn't feel natural to her, and all these colorful chickens running around just made her blood hunger for fresh meat. Of course, Y'vaste could've gone out in the forest to hunt but she really didn't want to get lost in the woods again.<br/><br/>She dragged her claws along the reed walls of the buildings she walked past as she wandered, the soft south distracted her from thinking of the children in the curious flock that followed her as rainbow turkey. She really should've gotten something better to eat than pixie. Fey were more light than meat after all. Y'vaste sighed, a sensation of loneliness started to afflict her despite the Aviari that were all around. She wanted to mingle with the others of the group, but their concerns and issues felt so trite to her. Scaring away a child that got to close to her with a growl, she continued her idle exploration of the village. Now trying to locate the group again, a task which was aided by the warped elf's enhanced senses. The divided state of the party made it hard on her however, and she just ended following the scent the Aviari they had first met and the two girls. All the while being gawked at for her curious color of skin, horns and tail. The last of which was already being chased by a duo of young Aviari, while a third rubbed his face after the extra limb hit him by accident.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>