<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/wiz.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Na'ima Rabd-Al-Rashida bint Omar ibn Khalid al-Fulan</span>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=590302)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorm<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Mel. prefect with raven, and Nys the psychiatrist<br/><br/>"Five times a day, facing the Pillars of Illumination where the great prophet Rashida Ascended to the heavens. Yes I am named after the only female prophet, and five prayers because there has been five prophets." She is amused as he goes through her perfumes, not minding at all. Her family makes a lot of them themselves, "feel free to take any you like" She listens to him in silence, her eyes sparkling when some of his guesses go wide off the mark. His hands in her hair isn't exactly unpleasant but it is a bit too familiar for her taste, coming from a world where men and women are kept apart even in marriage with the women having their own part of the house. She bites down on her trembling lips and does her best to seem like she isn't about to bolt like a scared filly.<br/><br/>As the other elf saunters in she gives her a long thoughtful look, obviously someone who is very comfortable with herself judging by the clothes.. or lack off. A little quick stab of jealousy when she sees Mel's much more impressive bust, she looks down at her own flat chest with a little sigh.<br/><br/>"Ver. ve.." she sputters her face beet red, her reaction very clearly saying that completely ignorant of such things. "I am not married so of course I am.. pure. And being cursed by the Gods I will never marry either! And what kind of question is that to ask.."<br/><br/>She shuts up as the door opens and the prefect comes in, her eyes downcast and her entire body trembling. "Ten minutes?! Oh my!" Sensing a way to escape she snags her satchel of writing implements and a few scrolls. "thank you Sir! I would have missed it!"