<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/Leone2_zpsx1ooacdj.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zephyria<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fire pit - Old Bastion Keep<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Senedra (briefly), Tallah, Rahmi, Open<br/><strong>Notable Content:</strong>Being a good little kitten and leaving the poor wizard alone. Grouping up.<hr/>Arguing with Zephyria could at times be compared to arguing with a brick wall. One could speak until they were all but blue in the face, doing the verbal equivalent of slamming their head against the wall repeatedly, and the result would essentially be the same. Zephyria would be unmoved and they'd have a headache of epic proportions. That wasn't to say she couldn't or wouldn't be reasonable but she did find she had a distinct distaste for being talked down to as well as being told she couldn't do something.<br/><br/>This being the case, and Zeph being Zeph, the spunky blonde opened her mouth to utter something more which would have likely only served the purpose of further riling up the ornery little wizard but as her hood was tugged, the fabric tightening just enough about her throat, she forced herself to choke back any further comment and heed Tallah's words. Well, mostly. Unable to leave it just at that, the feline warrior flashed a troublesome smirk to her mouthy opponent and, waving her hand in a flourish, gave the indication of an unnecessary bow to accompany the unspoken promise that this was not the end of their sparring. The woman of course turned away to chase after someone else and Zephyria, being on the whole still in high spirits, did finally leave it at that. There were far more agreeable lovelies about to engage with and it seemed she was to find herself in the company of those ready and willing to venture out--to wherever.<br/><br/>As she and her new companions moved to a spot better suited to their discussion, Zeph took it upon herself to hop up onto the edge of the table. Her legs folded up smoothly and easily, folding her length so that she could rest her elbows upon her knees. With her chin dropped into her palms she eyed both Tallah and Rahmi curiously, the flickering light catching at the edges of her orangish gaze. The large tome was noticed as it was produced and glanced at briefly but it was the women themselves that interested Zephyria. Especially as the cleric spoke of taking trial and error out of the question.<br/><br/>For Zeph, the journey and all its ups and downs were part of the adventure. A part of her craved nothing more than to pit herself against the very winds of Fate. However, in truth losing was simply not an option and here was someone touting the very possibility of eliminating that very thing. Was it possible though? Would she feel fulfilled or cheated by this approach?<br/><br/>Thoughts swirled through the warrior's mind yet none made it past her lips. If nothing else, Zeph was a creature open to chance and this--however it turned out--was a chance. At least, that was what she decided as she took the foreign journal that was offered to her.<br/><br/>"Make it worth my while?" Zephyria's brow quirked in Rahmi's direction and oh goodness there was that grin again. Tapping upon the cover she tested it, even lifted it to her nose to sniff at it. Unconcerned by her own odd habits she opened her mouth to bite down on it but with a glance at her two companions seemed to think better of it and instead opened it to flip through its blank pages, listening as she did so.<br/><br/>"Well, I have plenty of magnetism," she had the strangest urge to literally pop the hood that draped about her neck but instead ruffled her own hair in a way that was quickly becoming habit. "But in this case I think we might actually benefit from my restraint. I don't object to more companions, certainly not if it means more body heat to keep warm at night, but if my earlier<em>conversation</em>was anything to go by we'll have less trouble this way." Zeph snorted in a rather unladylike fashion and glanced after the wizard from before, her eyes narrowing briefly before darting away. "Anyhow, I have to be frank. I don't mind the gift and all but if you're expecting me to write down my deepest thoughts and feelings for you, that's not likely to happen." Nor would notes of the sort that Rahmi seemed to enjoy. That sort of meticulousness was simply not her style. More than likely her journal would be filled with faces and stories--if she remembered to write in the thing at all.