<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>Leaving the tailors, passing near the infirmary area<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"No horses? Oh. I can't imagine living in a place where there aren't any forms of transportation such as a horse. Walking only does so well and us elves, well, unlike some Fae, we have no wings."  Nilofer couldn't fathom not having a horse.  She used to have her own but she had been restricted from it. Tough love, her father called it. Learning to see what life is like for her without someone to take care of her. Oh she was learning, alright!<br/><br/>"Lie to themselves?" What did she mean by that? Nilofer's patience truly began to wear thin. Did Safiya not think that she was facing up to the truth? "Do you mean live to ourselves? I'm really confused." Perplexed was more like it. "If I loved my mate, then no, it wouldn't be too acceptable, but even then when elves have been married a long time they tend to travel apart from each other for some time, only to be renewed with their love for each other upon reunion. But I don't love that great oaf's clump of earwax."<br/><br/>Pouting at Safiya, their feet moved still and she neared the Infirmary garden and the sound of the woman singing to the plants met her ears. Oh. Fuck. Larien. Surely that woman was going to take the piss out of her in some way, subtle or not.  She adored Larien but she didn't think that her day could get much worse.<br/><br/>"You're welcome, Safiya," she said quietly, wanting nothing more than to go back to her own bed and take a nap. A thirty-year one. Rip Van Nilofer. "It's not so much offensive as it is just personal. My voicing my displeasure about this marriage is why I got stuck in that tiny little shack to start with. But if I don't introduce you to Melarien then she will never forgive me."  She stepped through the gate quietly. "Oh songbird, where are you?" she called, her footsteps halted with trepidation as she forced her approach upon the slightly older elf. "And this one isn't a typical Peranos, but I blame that on her being a good deal of Trithos as well." She snickered. "So don't go getting ideas that most are like her, because they're not. She's an exception to the rule but she's all factual and seriousness. You'll love her, Safiya."<br/>