<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f9/Nilofer150.jpg)</div>Name: Nilofer<br/>Species/Form: Peranos<br/>Players Nearby: Safiya, Cirven, and Juno<br/>Location: Deep in the forest, heading toward Myeliae<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Watching Cirven's reaction to her comments was amusement incarnate. His strong elven jaw clenched and she squirmed on her feet. Yes, she'd gotten under his seemingly impenetrable skin.<br/><br/>Any familiar with magic?  She turned her head and looked at him sharply. That inquiry pissed her off. "Yes, and as you<em>well</em>know as an elf, our magic is not something that we discuss in mixed company."  All of the elves secrets were held in their magic, and that magic was sacred. She wondered if the Centos wanted that too. How could she convey now to the soldier that she had lied without calling herself a liar?  No, there was no way to do so.  She would have to take him to the village and then call the guard. The elf would be captured and questioned. She looked at Cirven with concern in her eyes, she had dug herself a little ditch she had a feeling. Perhaps a pit.<br/><br/>What was with all of the goddamned questions from the woman Safiya? "I cook, make baskets, anything that I want. I am always prepared to take up arms to defend my people, and they do the same."  The way that Safiya spoke made her suspicious too. "Fine, I'll take you there, and then you can see the beauty of all of our clothing."  And too be met by the guards if anything were to be amiss.<br/><br/>She suddenly realized that Safiya was right; they hadn't given their names. Her brow furrowed when the Trithos male called himself Cirven. No last name was given but the hair on the back of her neck stood up and her stomach churned. Her eyes went back to his frame, stature… "Nilofer," she replied. While Cirven could possibly be common, Nilofer was not. She was one of three Nilofers, all of whom she was descendent of.<br/><br/>"Killing, yes, is a necessity. For food. But to fight over trees? To kill us elves to take over our homes just to build theirs?" She had never really thought about things in such depth and before that never had she been required to explain it to a stranger.  That morning she had awoken wanting peace, and yet as she explained the strife of the elves to another, she began to want Centos blood. Safiya forced her, unwittingly, to see things from another point of view. She would bet that Safiya did a lot of things unwittingly, not just forcing that point of view, or picking out clothes… but much, much more. Her gaze darkened. She didn't know what to think at the moment.  Cirven's words over killing brought compassion to her heart and that was not what she wished to feel for him at the moment. It made him likable, and she didn't want that for sure.<br/><br/><br/>Turning to Cirven, she considered speaking in elvish, but that would do no good considering the male elf of unknown origins.  "Could you go as far as Myelaie? I<em>beg</em>your escort. I feel that it might very well be a great service to both of our kings." She looked him over with distrust and fear. If that elf was the one that she was betrothed to then she would try some wingless flight off of a very steep cliff. Well perhaps not, but damn if he wasn't doubly annoying. "Safiya, there is food aplenty at my home. His food is probably bland and tasteless. I've heard things about the conditions at military camps. I can offer you the most succulent of fresh baked goodies."  Regardless of how she might feel toward the elf that she was betrothed to not much of that mattered with the threat of spies in their midst and there was surely one, if not two. The incessant questions that Safiya sprung upon her made her suspect her, but the magic comment... Was that man in cleverly built disguise? Not knowing how close she was to the truth on that, she decided that they both needed to be watched.  Taking them to the village was risky, but once in, only a dragon coming to their rescue could save them. And as Dragons were naught but lore and flight of fancy, they were effectively screwed.<br/><br/><br/>