<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/50/d7/1a/50d71a11f48e22255fd9d592f763aa35.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><strong>Niamh Deasún</strong></div></div>Being referred to as a lady, again, after she had made it clear in no uncertain terms that she was a performer had the smile on her lips deepening. Part of her wanted to attempt to convince the mage in that very moment that they should take her along, yet he acceded the night at least and that was hopefully enough time to win them over to the idea. Already her quick mind was moving through all the various things that might win the argument. Not wishing to ride while they walked in the mud, it somehow didn't seem sporting, the raven haired young woman instead walked with Snowdrop at her side, content to move with them at the slow pace that still put the tavern behind them within half a candle's mark of time.<br/><br/>Moving with the others there was a distinct difference to her solitary traveling, even if they weren't talking, the sense of companionship made Niamh realize that perhaps she was not as meant for the lone wanderer life as she had first thought. Hard months on the road had a way of making one reevaluate she supposed.<br/><br/>A sharp screech pulled her from her thoughts, glancing up to realize that a a giant bird of some sort had just landed upon Adan's arm, with the mage clearly pleased to see the creature. Long lashes blinked when the man made a comment about those from the tavern giving up pursuit, a glance cast reflexively over her shoulder to peer into the darkness. When her gaze moved back to the red haired man her head tilted, not too different from the way a bird's might when regarding something it was puzzling out. Comprehension dawned in her bright blue eyes as her face lit up with delight, "You are an animal speaker? Oh how astounding, it's a rare gift these days. Only one of the mage students my father taught had it, and Father could really only communicate well with cats, though I suppose that was partially due to his familiar."<br/><br/>Corbin's question had her turning to him, her grin wide on her lips. "Rough and hard can be a lot of fun..." She trailed off, the sparkle in her gaze revealing her flirtation for the tease it was. Yet she sobered in the next moment, treating it as it was due for if the demon was asking and expressing concern over her safety that merited serious reply. "My kind, your kind, I've found that over all people when in a mass group can be rather foolish and prone to silly thoughts that make no sense. I judge those I meet based of who they are, not what their blood line, heritage or any twist of fate makes them. I suppose that's a progressive view, but then my mother was a court scholar before she met my father and they raised me to listen to my own heart and sense of morality rather than what society might dictate. We actually had a demon half blood at the school, she was abandoned by her human family, having never known the other side. The others were a touch scared at first, but not Mother, she gave Gurza the same lessons she did the rest of us." Recalling the other young woman Niamh pulled a face.<br/><br/>"Of course, she ended up being the best scholar out of the lot of us, the others I grew up with, and now she's my mother's research assistant. My mind never understood the appeal of simply staying locked up in a tower reading about things, I wanted to experience them." Which lead of course to a great argument to have them let her stay. "Besides, hard and rough? I'm a female bard, traveling all by my lonesome, trust me, I doubt any danger I might face in your company is equal to the risks I take every day choosing my profession. I've fled from a town after refusing the local constable and introducing my knee to his groin, I've had to climb out of any number of windows, dash through side alleys and other unsavory places to avoid men who believe more than my voice is for sale. I chose this life, that of a bard, so that I can see, learn and know, if I wanted safety I could have stayed at my parents estate."