Nisha watched the tall and slender elf actually smiled like she had threatened to before when Nisha had begun to tell her about her heritage. The Tiefling had no idea if the barbarian believed her or if they were just humoring her when they mentioned a ‘ Mul’ but at least they were happy enough to be clean, the excitement showing in those almond shaped dark brown eyes of hers making the onyx-eyed woman smile all her own. The gesture exposedr own pearly white teeth and the canines much sharper than any elf or human’s own pair.<br/><br/>Pressing her palm to her chest the Tiefling does a small bow at the waist, dipping her head and sending her long , raven colored hair ambling forth over her shoulders before the petite woman stands as tall as her scant height allows, lips still pulled back in a friendly smile as she studied the now clean Tyl’ra. “Now that is an interesting name, Tyl’ra and you are welcome.” Even if it was a grudging thanks, one that the desert runner was reluctant to give, it was still a thanks.<i><span style="color: blue">‘And at least she doesn’t look half-bad without all the dirt’ </span></i>she mused to herself as her onyx colored eyes quickly darted from head to toe.<br/><br/>Pulling at the collar of her elegantly stitched shirt to fan herself the Tiefling thought back on what Tyl’ra had said about her heritage as the black  fabric clung to the small swell of her soft stomach and only served to further highlight just how out of place she was compared to the tall, muscular woman in front of her.  She’d seen woman like her in Sigil though not exactly from the same world she supposed. They were also of course popular in her mother’s bordello as working girls when they could be ‘acquired’ given their exotic looks.<br/><br/>Of course the difference between those pampered prostitutes and Tyl’ra was quite obvious. They were a caged tiger, a beautiful and exotic animal with no more ‘fire’ to it but the desert running elf was different, much different.<i><span style="color: blue">‘She could have easily killed me but she didn’t and likely against her instincts at that. The woman can be trusted I think…I just hope she has answers.’</span></i>The thought rang in her head and she stepped forward slightly, digging in the waist in her pouch and producing two gilt coins , holding the two severely glinting objects up to the sun’s light for the barbarian’s own benefit.  They were the size of the most valuable clay coins the city dwellers used on Athas perhaps but they were obviously gold, the precious metal nearly blinding in its brightness when the angry, dark sun struck the surface.<span style="color: blue"> “ I want you to have these and not because you demanded them but because you, for some reason, stopped yourself. “ </span><br/><br/>The coins are pressed into the elf’s hand and she attempts to close the woman’s fist around them in a kind gesture but pulls back soon after, her hands still unnaturally warm to the touch as they were before . There was something different about her now that she was relaxed, her black eyes darted to and fro though not in fear and each ambient noise sent her tail flicking in the short, scrubby grass but after a moment of silence and a good guess that they were still alone at the oasis the Tiefling smiled at Tyl’ra again. “ I<span style="color: blue"> don’t know what a Mul is but my mother, she was an elf and yes my father was quite different.”</span>The city dweller shrugs her small shoulders, tail continuing to idly bat back and forth in the grass , the owner enjoying the odd sensation of the scrubby chutes against her sensitive flesh. “<span style="color: blue"> And thank you for not taking my pretty eyes or my tongue.” </span>There was a cheeky humor to her voice now that she had some of her confidence back.<span style="color: blue">“ Where am I, Tyl’ra?”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>