<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>Infirmary garden<br/><hr/><br/>Safiya turned upon hearing the woman, Merlarian, speak to her. Surprise flickered in her eyes upon noticing the single flower in her hand. She eyed it for a second then accepted the obvious gift of greeting with a nod of appreciation. It was yet another indication of what she was coming to see as truth for the elves. They were giving in nature from her short experience with them. All of them, Cirven, Nilofer, and Merlarian, offered something from themselves in the hopes to help her while she gave nothing in return. It was something to be admired yet came off as strange to one who came from dragons for the most part who prized their possessions enough to injure one who dared even lay a hand on it. She brought the blossom up to her nose, smelling its obvious freshness.<br/><br/>Interest, once more, appeared on her face at the mention of her kind. For a moment, she forgot the elf spoke of the Haas Filoth until a cold realization dawned on her mind. Still, it did not cripple the desire to learn more as Safiya's appetite for knowledge nearly rivaled the need to fill her stomach on the day to day.<strong>"Really?"</strong>She questioned softly with a slight press of her lips. Her thought process was interrupted when she was complimented on her appearance followed by the subsequent ' aha' moment of Nilofer. This had to be by far the most anyone ever noticed how she looked in her life. This time, no annoyance passed over her mind since maybe it might serve as a distraction from other things like her knowing little to nothing about the Haas.<br/><br/>She averted her eyes away from the two women, giving them some privacy for their physical exchange. To distract herself, Safiya looked over towards the trunk with the idea of scaling down it until she was low enough to jump down without breaking her bones. She loathed being forced into human form for such a large amount of time but turning into a dragon was a foolish idea in mixed company. Her ears perked a little, returning her attention back to Nilofer with a growling scowl. Before she could snap back a retort, the woman turned to run as if a hungry dragon was at her heels.<em>Why are elves so odd?</em>Her nose wrinkled with a confused shake of her head. Of course, Cirven chased after his mate like any good mate would do, leaving her with the elf who seemed connected with nature.<br/><br/><strong>"Will you tell me of those you meet of my kind while taking me to see the horses?"</strong>Hopefully, this woman would not be too annoyed with her questions. Safiya tucked her dress under her arm then tucked the flower in the hidden pocket of her dress.<strong>"And if you think to keep me from interacting with the creatures as I please then I suggest you remain here rather than waste your time."</strong>