<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f9/Nilofer150.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nilofer<br/><strong>Species/Form:</strong>Peranos/Peranos<br/><strong>Players Nearby:</strong>Safiya<br/><strong>Location:</strong><strong>Tailor's shop, not Nilo's house :P</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>"The Trithos… they're not as fun-loving as the Peranos, but originally, a very long time ago, we elves were of all one ilk. I don't even remember now what caused us to split up, but some elves moved to the water, the Trithos moved to build cities, and we Peranos moved into the trees."  There were a few very serious Peranos elves, like Larien.  The woman was just too staunch for her own good.<br/><br/>"Yes, you do ask a lot of questions," she quipped with a grin. "Lacking patience! I have plenty of patience, you just ask too many questions."<br/><br/>Lacking patience, indeed! HA! Nilofer's face took on an indignant expression, though it wasn't firmly set. Her lips grew a bit more pouty and her chin lifted with a touch of haughtiness.<br/><br/>"Well, yes, but the tailors can easily accommodate any fashion to your form." Magical tailors were the best tailors.<br/><br/><em>Maybe he might perish in battle?</em>"I could be so lucky, Safiya. But no… I don't wish that either. He's just a black hearted shrew but I don't wish his death. I wish that the elf who-" Her eyes darted over to the tailors, who listened intently with a sour look upon their faces.  She paused immediately, not about to cause more gossip than she already had.  "Nothing. I don't wish death upon him though."<br/><br/>"Baths? I doubt it. He reeked of patronization." Even if he had asked her to stay, though granted he hadn't known who she was and nor had she been aware of his identity. She was quite sure that he had only wanted one thing. Even her thoughts contradicted themselves but she wanted to see nothing about that elf as being enjoyable, least of all his company.<br/><br/>Nilofer could tell that Safiya didn't like being touched and she dropped her hand again, trying to respect her wishes. How could a woman so beautiful not love being touched? "Oh. Well then they have a nice color of hair then," she said with a smile that she didn't quite feel. She wanted to pout and touch Safiya's hair again. Damned Haas rules.<br/><br/>"Then that dress it shall be," she said with a true smile.<br/><br/>The two tailors moved over to take the dress from Safiya.  "This way, dear, so that we can fit it to you." Nilofer moved toward the counter, a pouch in her hand that had been tied around her waist under layers of the dress.<br/><br/>