<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>Horses!<br/><hr/><br/>Even though Safiya did not turn to face Merlarian as she answered her question about the wearing of flowers, it was evident she listened do to the occasional pout of her lips in thought along with a flash of something other than interest in the horses in her eyes. She found the tradition during courtship to be endearing and delightful.<strong>"Nilofer should wear a flower."</strong><br/><br/>The statement was spoken with a questioning air to it although she was not exactly sure if the elf's situation fit the tradition of the flower, considering she was already taken by Cirven. However, something told her a little courtship might serve well to make the Peranos female feel more secure in the pending mateship. Hell, even some of the males courted back at the nest with female dragons. Nothing said 'I'm interested' better than a big, bloody elk to sink one's teeth in whilst on the ledges. Some might think little of the gesture until they tried to hail up the heavy creature to that specific spot. It was not an easy task.<br/><br/>Her eyes lowered to the sleek but strong legs of the horses as they pranced about the open area. Part of her wished to know what the sounds coming from them meant in actuality. Safiya knew it to be a language. She did not lose hope understanding the creatures. Even if she could not learn the words, the dragoness hoped to learn the body movements since it was another method of communication. Quietly, she thought about the relationship between Elf and Centos. Safiya could not verbalize her feelings on whether or not keeping traditions was the reason for their losing of the war. She had not been around long enough to create an opinion nor had she seen the power of the Centos on the field of combat.<br/><br/>Finally, Safiya tore her gaze away from the pastures to look directly at Melarien when she answered the question of hatred. As with the horses, she looked for signals of language within body language. She looked for truth and found it. Melarien was being stripped of her ancestral homes and likely lives of elves she'd known for years but the female did not hate them. Fascinating.<strong>"When one way does not work, another will."</strong>She tilted her head to the side, regarding the woman with a curious expression.<strong>"If it is anything like the world, the solution will turn out to be without complexity and obvious once learned."</strong>Safiya really wanted to know what happened before the way. What lead up to the tension and hatred? Was here ever a time when the two races were partners rather than enemies? From the Elven perspective, it seemed like the Centos were the lions. The aggressors of it all.<br/><br/>She nodded her head in agreement to speaking with Cirven. Even if he was Nilofer's doom, he did seem to be the elves' savior. Safiya shook her head at the compliment since she was far from wise. Her parents would likely have better opinions of what should  be done to benefit the Peranos.<strong>"Do not thank me yet. My suggestion can turn out disastrous."</strong>Despite the graveness of the possibility, there was playfulness in the dragoness voice before she stretched out her arms with a soft yawn.<br/><br/>Safiya lifted both of her eyebrows upon hearing the magnificent steed, who had just shunned her, belonged to the female beside her. Some might have ignored one particular part of Merlarian's explanation but she was not like most. The question tumbled out of her mouth before she could even think of personal boundaries.<strong>"Why not?"</strong>The elf looked sound of body without injury to her legs. She walked with what Safiya perceived as inner grace and without the clumsiness of a child to be heard and seen by all. Once informed of how to get the horse to look at her as something other than a threat or someone incredibly foolish, she pushed her hand into the pocket containing the flower, stroking her fingers across the petals. Almost instantly, she felt something sticky touching her hand. The feel of honey. Experimentally, she brought her finger up to place into her mouth. It tasted familiar. She smacked her lips together then placed the association with the meat from earlier found in Nilofer's home. It had some type of glaze on it.<strong>"Very good,"</strong>she complimented with a smile.<strong>"I can understand why he likes it."</strong>Her hand went once more into the pocket, pulling the flower out to offer with extended hand to the horse.<br/><br/>Excitement danced in her eyes at the display of the horse. She knew a challenge when she saw one.<em>They run like the wind herself.</em><strong>"It must feel like flying."</strong>Safiya's active mind pictured it clearly. A wild, laughing Merlarian with unbound hair riding through thick mist as if within the clouds. How she did miss flying. It had been less than a day but felt like years in her mind. Then, a name was spoken.<strong>"Reciren? What does it mean?"</strong>Yes, even for dragons, names held meaning. The color of her scales was likely the reason for her mother's baptism of her name. Pure. The depth of the horse accepting her was shown through the slight quiver of her hand, beseeching Reciren to accept her. She was not sure how long she stood there, statuesque. Safiya could display patience for some matters, and this was one of them. It seemed her efforts paid off, or rather, the creature's desire to have the flower even if it was from her hand. She watched as Reciren approached closer and closer with a slowness as if intended to run off and join the others if she displayed any hostility. There was none to be found. Finally, she felt the soft touch of horse's mouth against her fingers. She wanted to reach out her hand to touch the silvery threads of its mane but knew all too well about not liking being touched without permission. So, she enjoyed the closeness as it lasted. As soon as the flower was out of her hand, Reciren pulled away to place distance between them but not before he gently bumped his head against his owner.<br/><br/><strong>"I wish to fly. It is too early though."</strong>It was, in fact, too early. Someone could see her, and she could get hurt in the process. Yet, before Melarian could answer gratitude came forth.<strong>"And thank you, for sharing him with me."</strong>Even if it was only for a brief few seconds, Safiya was appreciative.<br/>