<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>Nilofer, Cirven, Melarian<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Infirmary garden<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"We have our ways of travel,"</strong>she explained with a growing smile at her lips. Interest sparked in her eyes when Nilofer mentioned some of the Fae being capable of flying. Again, another question entered her mind, and she wished there was some type of source other than the female to find out more about the world. She thirsted for more knowledge, and each second around Nilofer did not help in the least since the woman inspired more questions than she realized.<br/><br/>Safiya realized her instinct of not speaking about mating, courtship, or relationships earlier should have been followed more closely since she could practically feel the ways of annoyance coming off the Peranos. Could she truly blame her for being confused about their ways? She did not bother to further explain why she felt like the female was not being entirely truthful to herself about her mate. As Nilofer insulted Cirven, which was becoming a normal occurrence, she felt herself wondering to if the male felt the same about the union between them. It was truly hard to tell since he did not display much emotion during their brief encounter in the forest other than what she perceived as fierce loyalty to defeating the Centos and defending their land from intrusion. Her thoughts swirled at a rapid pace without making much sense as she followed blindly after Nilofer. Only keen instincts made it possible for her not to bump into another or trip over a root along the way. The sound of a voice beckoned like the sound of birds in the morning and captured her easily entranced interest.<br/><br/>She glanced around their surroundings to spot the source of the sound. Part of her regretted not being in dragon form since sound felt purer in her natural form. Safiya might have mistaken the comment on this Melarian to be an insult if it were not for the obvious adoration written on Nilo's face. Soon enough, the topic of made her appearance. Safiya stared at the woman a few seconds, taking note of the obvious differences between the two women. She was not sure why the woman did some type of movement, lowering herself in stature for a few seconds. Her gaze did not waver with embarrassment upon noticing the woman staring just as intently at her in turn. Yet, as the seconds ticked by, a inner working within Safiya tugged to squish what felt like a threat against her. Just what was the woman intent on finding with her observations? Her fingers clenched into a tight ball, nails biting down into her palms. The building tension within her lessened when the Peranos finally spoke then joked.<strong>"She greeted him with a snappish tongue."</strong><br/><br/>Safiya thought nothing of her honesty while peering around the woman to see if her reason for coming in this direction was near. Her gaze shifted between the two women, listening halfheartedly to their conversation until she heard a point for interjection. She had no restraint with saying her name or needing introduction from another. It was already obvious to anyone with ears that Safiya did not mind speaking her mind...or anything else.<strong>"I do not require anyone to take me,"</strong>she interrupted with a slight wave of her hand.<strong>"Just point me in the right direction, and I will find the creatures myself."</strong>Yet, she was not foolish enough to think that would happen. She would not leave a stranger alone within her nest. The hair on her back of her neck rose upward as if a cold hand touched her. The reason soon enough revealed itself in the form of a solider. Annoyance crossed her features though it was not directed entirely toward him. She wished it was that Comgal so she could break his neck for treating her like a pile of bones.<strong>"I liked the armor better,"</strong>Safiya muttered more to herself than for anyone else upon noticing the change of attire.<br/><br/><em>That would likely get me banned from this little village...</em><br/><br/>Moving over a bit, she leaned over the rail, calculating the distance to the ground. A memory of childhood came to mind for an unknown reason, reminding her of the long forgotten and squashed fear of heights. She imagined one of the Peranos falling from such heights would not end prettily even if they seemed well-adjusted to life within the trees.<br/>