<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/03/Neave-avatar-picsay.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Neave<br/><strong>Current Form:</strong>Draconic<br/><strong>Players nearby:</strong>Cellorian<br/><strong>Location:</strong>By the stream, next to Cellorian<br/><br/>Neave looked back at him when he spoke, but she was fidgety. Not being able to keep her muscles still. She kept adjusting and moving in circles and wiggling her toes and wings. Hearing that, knowing that... it made her not want to stay still. She wasn't panicky. She just didn't like the idea of not moving right now. She wanted to know what happened so badly. She felt as if she needed to go, to fly, to see what was going on. Finally she made a noise that was something between a snort and a sigh and sat down. Looking at her toes, she spoke, her voice, even though it was telepathic, had a sad lowness to the tone.<em>"I know who was killed. I did not know him well. But we had spoken before. I knew as soon as the sensation hit me."</em><br/><br/>With that she stood again. But she was not quite so fidgety this time. Still a little. But mostly she stared off into the distance. She sensed there was still something going on. Perhaps the other dragons were going after whatever it was that killed their nestmate? She didn't know. His words got her attention once more. A moment of excitement as she bounced up on her toes.<em>"Then shall we depart at once to find somebody?"</em>She asked with excitement in Ger voice.