<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>Nilofer's small tree-cottage<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>Well of course it is turkey? Then why the fuck did you ask?</em>"I didn't prepare the dishes, other elves did when they heard that we had a guest. I would joke that because they felt sorry that you had to be my guest, but I don’t think you quite get my jokes, to be honest."  She narrowed her eyes. Elves had gotten plenty right, over stuffed ego was apparently a Haas trait.<br/><br/>"No, Comgal is one of the more strict males with perhaps different views from the others. He had you subdued for your safety and ours. You don't know where our village is. You wouldn't be at fault if someone were to storm it, it would fall solely on the elf that ran. You wouldn't even be considered suspect. But you did assault the Enforcer Hadrian, who is very kind and gentle except when it comes to this war. And rather attractive, he's one of the more muscular elves. The ladies love his biceps… Had I not been dealing with more... unpleasant matters I might have had time to envy you being carried by him."  She flashed a sneaky grin that faded as she thought of Cirven.<br/><br/>Grinning again at Safiya's question, she nodded. "The Peranos, yes. Somewhat so. There are some who expect things to be just so and wear only traditional ancestral robes, some who run around naked as a jaybird and love every second of it.  We're all rather… well… fun loving. The Trithos are more staunch, though they still love to celebrate, they're more serious. But if I pounded metal all day I'd be serious too, I suppose. Peranos elves bask in everything that is beautiful, though we do not lose her heads in it, we still have to do our jobs. But beautiful clothing, beautiful things, beauty in ourselves. Sexual beauty is easy… emotional beauty is harder."<br/><br/>Though she wished not to discuss it, her thoughts did fall back on Cirven. He definitely had physical beauty. He was perhaps the most gorgeous male that she'd looked at in a long time. Why did it have to be him? Why was it that Fate threw her that acorn in her walnut stew?<br/><br/>How could a man so strong and gorgeous have such a personality?  She didn't believe what he said that day, not when she knew his face with his reputation for being a killer. Oh her family had brought her every whisper that they could find about the elf.  She had heard that his body was hideously and disgustingly scarred and inked for every kill that he'd made.