<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c0/94/c1/c094c1241eeca14cf26cb640ed1adc46.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Faelyn Mythrandir (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=307047.msg15150856#msg15150856)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Asylum - interior<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Winter furs<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Getting heated<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Heinfroth<br/><hr/><br/>Faelyn wanted desperately for the conversation with this woman to end, however something she overheard left an uncomfortable twitch in her ear.  She would not be spoken down to in such a way.  A quick gasp for air preceded the young woman turning on her heels in a flurry of white and silver, her arms falling to her sides where she was once more reminded of her missing side arms.  "It must be so reassuring to be able to look down on the rest of us and inform us of our faults and failings.  I assure you, I am not concerned with wives tales or superstitions.  My people wouldn't listen to me either.  I'm 'too inexperienced' and know not of what I speak.  Someone or something is tampering with the natural order of things and sooner or later, nature will strike back I assure you."