<div class="floatleft">(http://www.asiafinest.com/chinese/gif/jetli.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alumaya Élathrasur<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Valarian<br/><hr/><br/><br/>His eyes flickered, seeing more than he was sure that he was meant to, but keeping it to himself as he saw the golden-haired woman react to his seat and, more importantly, his words. He went silent as she finished and washed her dish, avoiding answering the question for long enough to be able to develop a response. She saw it as an attack, subconsciously , and had immediately shown it on her face, retracting herself from the conversation like a clam from danger. It was an interesting observation, to say the least.<br/><br/>Her answer was appropriately cryptic, and the deflection in the form of a question that was similar to his own was to be expected. The look of mild comprehension left his face. She didn't want to talk about it and, while he was interested, mildly, he wasn't interested enough to risk pushing too far and pulling out this woman's bad side. He didn't really need to know more.<br/><br/>"Me?" He asked softly," Well, I used to be a part of a traveling circus, was their cook too, as well as... well, I was part of the act, but I was something of a guard for the troupe too. Not a lot of people expected someone of my, well, stature to have much fight in him, and they tended to be wrong. Unfortunately, we.... were separated, and without anything else coming to me, the captain graciously allowed me to be a part of her crew. I've been with her for... what, maybe 5 months now, and she hasn't given me any reason to leave."