"It is a lot I suppose. But I grow fatigued of the fight, soon it will be time for me to head home to spend a few centuries trying to further our race, and resting. To allow another to hunt for a season." As she spoke her green eyes grow distant, almost as if she was looking across the forests and mountains that seperate her and her home.<br/><br/>Yet she shakes herself from the melacholy of homesickness, to focus at the topic at hand. "You definitly do not have elfinkin blood," such tones she used in this it was clear that she thought it was an afront if such progeny existed, elven blood mixed with inferior blood. "yet perhaps somewhere in your lineage there is a bit of magic. Not many full blooded humans feel the effects of the Moon. It is but a distant memory for them, ancient history." Turning her face towards him, her pale flesh illuminated almost as if the moon itself was studying her as she herself studieed him. "Pray you never lose that feeling of unsettlement, so you do not forget the dangers."