<div class="floatleft">(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab235/bloodiedporcelain/elcharacterpics/childedit1.jpg)</div><em>Solfiria Character Post</em><br/><strong>Time of day beginning post</strong>: Noonish<br/><strong>Time of day ending post</strong>: Noonish<br/><strong>Location beginning post</strong>: Main street outside Seaside Sal's<br/><strong>Location ending post</strong>: Main street outside Seaside Sal's<br/><strong>Characters currently interacting with</strong>: Corann, Nemea<br/><strong>GM Intervention Request\Required?</strong>No<br/><hr/><br/>Solfiria was stunned by the white haired man's sudden rush to get out of the area. It was like he'd been bitten by an animal or confronted with his worst fear, the way he was racing her to depart Corann's company. "No! ... I mean, no, no you weren't interrupting or anything," she stammered as one tiny hand reached out to grab his arm. Her grip was firm, though surprisingly gentle - even to her. Pausing as her hand rested against his bicep, she blinked and slowly pulled it back as a blush colored the skin hidden beneath the obsidian veil and hood she wore.<br/><br/>Her mismatched eyes were somewhat wide, showing a hint of confusion and even fear as she stood there. Corann had felt like a raging storm all on his own but this one... this one felt like a storm that was still building, pressure slowly forming within the writhing clouds. Withdrawing her hand, she heard Corann's insistance that she could still help them, even if glory wasn't something she saught out. "No, really, I'd just get in the wa-" she had begun to turn and continue on her way, only to find herself stopped short. Nemea's foot had come to stop on the hem of her robe and as she tried to walk away from them both, in a hurry to get away from two madmen out for glory, fame, riches, and death, her upper body was yanked backward even as her lower body continued on it's way, sending her sprawling and landing unceremoniously on her backside.<br/><br/>Hitting her bottom hard, she landed with a soft squeak of surprise and pain welled up inside of her as she sat there, her entire face and even the tips of her pointed ears turning red with embarrassment. The hood of her robe had come somewhat loose in the front and though it still covered her elfin ears, a few pieces of white hair tinged with that odd blue-silver hue fell out to dance across her forehead, obscuring the sun carved between her eyes. Hands lifting in haste, she began to desperately try to tuck her hair back under the safety of the black fabric, mismatched eyes looking around rapidly as panic hit her. Not even a few hours in town and already she had nearly been revealed to the natives.<br/><br/>Muttering to herself, Sol kept her eyes down as she began to struggle to her feet making small sounds of annoyance and embarrassment, not looking at the two men as she tried to put her hood and hair right without exposing more of her face than was necessary.<em>They didn’t see… they didn’t see…</em>became her inner mantra, that small hopeful voice taking over again though this time it was begging whatever Gods were listening that the two men standing there hadn’t seen her hair or more of her face than they already had.