Kali had just managed to work the last of her long and slightly curly brown hair out of its singular long braid when she suddenly heard what sounded like three Aviari youth squawking and calling her name out loud. The Elf perks up slightly in response, her back tightening slightly and shoulders settling back as she turns her neck only to see three of the youngest Aviari in the village, at least that she knew of. A smile comes to the woman’s face as they rush her little meditation area and excitedly talk at her in their own language. It took her a moment, her amber-golden eyes focusing sharply on them but her face was lit by realization when she remembered the trio. They were but little toddlers when she was last at the village but it seems they remembered her well, even a little of her own lilting and musical language.<br/><br/>It warmed the elven woman’s heart to see such a display, even if they were squawking for her attention when she was previously at rest, enjoying the blissful lack of motion after months of putting one foot ahead of the other on the road. Her head tilted slightly when they began to crowd her and pull at her arms however, talking about visitors. Did that mean Dal was back!? And if so did he bring other people like herself to the village? Her mind went briefly towards the village shaman, smiling as she mulled over her last visit with him in her head. It had been fun and somewhat intimate and she had of course, as always parted from him with a hug and the promise of seeing him within a year.  It would be nice to see him again and perhaps meet these outsiders. Kali trusted his judgment of others but she couldn’t help but feel slightly protective of both him and his people, she’d have to see them herself to entirely sure of their stay in the village.<br/><br/><b><i>“Little ones, relax. Please.”</i></b>She intones softly to them, her accent was thick even in the common tongue she’d taught them and their elders  ( most likely) and her voice sounded almost resonant and musical.<b><i>“ I will be going with you all just let me get dressed. And would you please take me to Dal’Tek?” </i></b>The slender and elegant woman lets the others pull her up and she makes no effort to shield her now exposed, hairless sex from any prying eyes, after all nudity was natural among the Aviari and it was the bathing grounds.<b><i>“ Just a moment, please.”  </i></b>She motions donward with her palm to the Aviari children again and heads towards her neatly piled clothes nearby and begins to quickly dress herself. In little more than a minute she is clothed once more in her dark navy colored silks comprising of a bair of baggy , light pants popular among desert dwellers and a similarly fashioned tunic of the same colored material. The sash at her waist was a brilliant, clean white and within it was tucked the elegant curving black scabbard of her Shasmir, the teal colored silk ribbon hanging from the weapon’s pommel making it all the more eye catching.<br/><br/>After  making sure her sash and weapon are secure the woman dons her shawl, wearing the bright garment over her shoulders like a mantle.<b><i>“ Okay, now we can go little ones.”</i></b>The woman casually walks along with them, letting them run excitedly ahead of her or in circles when they fancied it at times. As she walked Kali would reach into her sash and produce a small pipe fashioned of either ivory or bone of some sort. From there she would pack it with some sort of plant fiber, a pungent and sweet smelling haze of smoke following her as she puffed away without a care in the world and enjoyed the affection of the Aviari with her mind set towards thoughts of the shaman and of course his visitors.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>