<div align="center">(http://i58.tinypic.com/2rnbiqf.png)(http://i58.tinypic.com/2rnbiqf.png)(http://i58.tinypic.com/2rnbiqf.png)(http://i58.tinypic.com/2rnbiqf.png)(http://i58.tinypic.com/2rnbiqf.png)(http://i58.tinypic.com/2rnbiqf.png)(http://i58.tinypic.com/2rnbiqf.png)</div><br/><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">A</span></span></em>s though his words were only a small concern, Sylvia tilted her head & took in the sight of Blaine, even more closely than her last look at him. The large scar on his ribs intrigued her, & it took all of the fae's self-control not to reach out & run her finger along it. Was this human a warrior of some sort? Perhaps being around him would be more amusing than she first thought; warriors had great tales to share, especially the ones with scars. A small grin crept over Sylvia's lips & she leaned back on her heels, still carefully surveying Blaine. What was it that humans did to greet each other?<br/><br/>"I am Sylvia," the fae announced.<br/><br/>She finally remembered how human's greeted one another & stuck her hand right out to Blaine's chest, much further out than the usual, casual stance. Of course, Sylvia was unaware of this, still grinning at him in the most friendly manner. She purposefully ignored the human's other question of where she came from, unable come up with a good way to answer him, considering faeries couldn't lie. Well, they<em>could</em>lie, but it drained magic magic from their bodies like nothing else, & Sylvia didn't have very much magic to spare as a fledgling.