<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/d3d54e1575e8c9d8df68779f5d609eab/tumblr_mg9sd2vDgp1r976s2o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Safiya<br/><strong>Current Form:</strong>Human form, Haas<br/><strong>Players Nearby:</strong>Melarian<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Horses!<br/><hr/><br/>Whatever trouble lingered in the air like the foul scent of dung from Cirven and Nilofer’s departure did not linger in her mind to mar the rest of the day. The possibility of being around the fabled beasts, common to other races, erased away all else from her mind except perhaps overcoming opposition to her being around them. She would never ever eat a horse even with the threat of starvation.<br/><br/>The dragoness held too much respect and admiration for the creatures to hair a hair on their heads. Why did such a fascination linger in her mind for what elves might see as just a method of transportation? She actually managed to overhear, when naught but a hatching of a few years, an older dragon talking about a story of one of the horses with more varieties than dragons. There were land horses. Winged horses. Underwater horses. More than four legs horses. Horned horses. The one he spoke of more often than not was a horse befriended by him. Its name, if she remembered correctly, was Sleipnir. The dragon had been gone for many years so it was always a celebration when one gone for a long amount of time returned to their rightful home. He talked of finding Pebble out on his time in the plains. Through some type of rough play, the creature suffered a grave injury which would have either killed it in a matter of hours or made it easy prey for any oncoming prey.For whatever reason, the dragon decided to show mercy towards the creature and used the healing spit to help nurse Sleipnir back to life.<br/><br/>The horse was wild and willful. What had he said about it? Its mane rivaled the night sky in color. So dark it was almost blue. Shimmering and glowing underneath the hot glare of the sun with eyes able to pierce into any being’s soul due to an innate willfulness and strength. Together, the two traveled over the continents, experiencing many trials together. The horse even managed to adjust and display little to no fear when the dragon revealed its true self. As with many relationships, one begins to age and grow old and with more years grows illness then finally the inevitable death. Safiya’s attention drew from out of the depths of her mind when the elf Melarian answered her question with what appeared to be the wrong answer. She had, in fact, been inquiring about the truthfulness of her meeting other members of the Haas, who appeared to be nearly as rarely seen as a dragon in some ways. She did not bother to correct the woman since she figured the woman would eventually get around to the knowledge and facts she actually wished to her other than comments about outside appearances.<br/><br/>Walking through the passageway, she took in the sights of the world around her while listening attentively to the words falling from the woman’s lips. There was something truly enchanting about this place. It seemed like the leaves were greener while vines, budding with flowers, crawled up thick trunks with the closeness of a lover. Yet, she could not see herself living here. It did not feel like home. This was not to be felt as an insult or under appreciation. She imagined only the elves could thrive within the protection of the threes while no disturbing the animals and creatures around them. The elfen city was just not the right place for her to build an eventual home or nest. Safiya did not know what this place might look like in the future. She had a feeling she would just know whenever she happened to find it. Titling her head backward, she noticed the beams of sunlight peeking through the thick foliage as if to greet her. It was tempting to lift up her hand to capture the light in her hand, but she recalled the way the elves reacted to the topic of magic.<br/><br/>It seemed like something to be spoken about in private rather than in public, and she did not wish to draw more curious eyes to herself than already done.<em>You are in hiding.</em>The words echoed through her mind with the weight of brick tossed at her very soul. After being at the nest for so long, it was odd to not be herself. To not do what was natural. She liked the sounds of these Haas with each passing second even if she was not too obsessive with fighting. Out of the corner of her eye, Safiya noticed a male elf wearing  flower pinned to his clothing. Recalling the one gifted to her by the female elf, she reached into the pocket of dress to rub her fingers over the petals.<strong>"Do you often wear flowers?"</strong><br/><br/>She paused a bit in her stride to look over at the elf when she seemed to stumble over her words upon mentioning the Centos. It seemed like the hatred between the two races ran deep. The battle for resources and space likely had  taken many lives on both sides. She could not help but wonder why they did not attempt to live together rather than paint the ground with each other's blood but then she recalled how odd it would be for another, not of draconic blood, to dwell within the caves.<br/><br/><strong>"What was once alive or destroyed,"</strong>she responded to the comment about the trees.<strong>"Will return again. It is the way."</strong>Still, she did understand the plight. What could  they do to save their ancestral home? Safiya continued to walk, focused on getting to her destination until she realized Merlarian had paused to speak further on the Centos. Growing up in a place with lots of different personalities, she was not exactly sure if she believed Centos would kill her without question. If first impressions spoke true about the elves, she would think all of them were horny rabbits with the tendency to snap viciously without reason or just cause. Surely there was more to the Centos just as there was more to the Peranos and Trithos. Saffy did not bother to boast about the likeliness of an attacker dying before they could harm a hair on her head. There was a benefit to staying somewhat of a mystery. The young dragoness  thought about the scenario in her mind as it was played out by Merlarian's words. What would she had done if she saw the woman there? It was always harder to be kind than hurtful. She could let her go with the chance of the foe returning stronger and not beatable  then there was the chance of her returning the favor with mercy if the tables were ever turned to not be in one's own favor. War was a tricky battlefield.<br/><br/>It was clear the two were at war with each other. Some animals would kill defenseless prey although some type of mercy would be shown to enable a quick death by suffocation or a quick snap of a neck. What one saw as savagery could be described as efficient.<strong>"Do you hate them? For what they have taken from you?"</strong>Safiya was not exactly sure if the question was a sensitive topic or not but it seemed to be the general way of the Centos. There was no need for gentle reminding to use her own judgement about the war since Safiya was always an independent thinker even though she was open to other people's thoughts. She could not truly decide how she felt about the Centos without never being around one in such a manner as with the Elves. From her distance when near the city, they did not seem too dangerous although their ways seemed just as odd to her as with the elves.<strong>"It seems like your people would do well to learn from my people in the ways of battle if you wish to survive the onslaught from the Centos."</strong>It was merely a thought spoken aloud since it seemed like the logical path to follow. Not soon after they began to walk again, they at last reached the place most desired in Safiya's mind.<br/><br/>The scent in the air shifted ever so slightly with each closer step. It was the smell of horses and fresh hay.<strong>"Beautiful,"</strong>she whispered softly as a pleased smile spread at her lips. Her hands came up to touch the fence which held them, leaning over it with obvious contemplation in her eyes. Transfixed, she watched the horses for a few minutes, taking in the way the moved along with the quiet neighs and nickers. She reached out her hand in offering to the one which appeared to be a hatching of the moon itself. The horse looked at her as if she were a fool then went about its way.<strong>"Wise. Who does the silver one belong to?"</strong>Safiya set the dress, newly brought, onto the grass then left over the enclosure with natural grace and ease.<strong>"How do I gain its trust?"</strong><br/>