<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/Siora_zpskpyfy9re.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Siora Skyhawk<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fire pit - Old Bastion Keep<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Notable Content:</strong>Entering & Looking<hr/>"May the Passions of the Goddess be with you."<br/><br/>For four days Siora had been saying such things with increasing frequency. The why behind the words was still murky, as were many other things that had popped into her head in that time, but as the words left her lips in a rich warm tone touched by secrets and honey she felt a pulse in her chest and a sense of rightness that said to her that she was indeed on the right path. Perhaps then, she thought as she bowed her head, she needn't worry about such things as the why would reveal itself in time. Or so she could hope.<br/><br/>Placing a kiss upon the dear citizen's head she smiled and watched him leave before turning herself, the soft clink of the bronze that covered her chest and biceps as well as the shift of the flowing fabrics that draped about her hips the only audible accompaniment to her motions. Despite the chill and deepening night, she strolled unhurried toward the fire pit and what would be her dinner for this night wondering if there was to more than the simplicity of the past four days to look forward to. Thus far it had been peaceful but even while the feeling that she was doing the right thing remained, there was an undeniable fire in her veins that urged her to more. What that more was... well, there always seemed to be more questions than answers in life and this was no exception.<br/><br/>As the pulse that had brightened her smile initially finally faded so too did her expression until her visage was nothing more than a guarded mask. Nearing the fire pit and those around it, she noted that the others had been busy while she'd been delayed. The various faces who had become at least familiar strangers to her seemed to be breaking off and grouping up, which was quite different from previous nights. Unfortunately, even on those nights, Siora had failed at the task of getting to know anyone and looking at them all scattered about now, she worried she might be left behind in this. Her funds were dwindling the same as any other and if she could not turn idea into action, she'd find herself forced to take to the wilds alone or else take up a profession that might kill her spirit.<br/><br/>The tall cleric worried but her face gave not even the slightest of hints as to the direction of her thoughts, the set of her features all but blank excluding the intensity that simmered in her silvery blue gaze. Moving with a slow, fluid stride, looking here and there she opted to hold off on claiming a bowl of stew in favor of determining the state of things and the prospects of her immediate future--though her stomach did protest the decision somewhat loudly. With her wild red locks pulled back she was able to openly face those who noticed her and her posture remained almost regal as she glanced here and there for someone approachable as if in defiance of the amount of tanned flesh left bared by her attire or the slightly embarrassing noise generated by her lack of food. Goddess above but she hoped no one had heard that!