<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/>If Safiya had not noticed the deep bond between Melarian and Nilofer earlier then she surely would not noticed it now when the elf woman expressed her desire for nothing other than happiness for her friend. It was something to be truly admired since the bond could become or already was as strong as the link between mates. It was at the tip of her tongue to explain the world was not all chaos until she recalled what had seemed like a peaceful existence at the nest was tainted by darkness. It sucked the life out of their world, leaving nothing but air thick with grief and uncertainty for the future.<strong>"One can hope."</strong>The three words were spoken in a quiet whisper which seemed to fade under the sound of the horses although there was a quality of weight attached to them, making the quest for happiness more personal than distant.<br/><br/>Her gaze lingered for quite some time on the horses. Watching their every movement with rapt awe. It was truly hard to decide what she loved most about them. Their almost playful nature with each other blending naturally into what appeared like seamless elegance. Each shift of a powerful leg caused what appeared to be soft strands of hair in their manes to shake and shimmer. The horses were obviously well-cared for and loved by their elven counterparts. Melarian's reason for thanks did seem to make sense to the young dragoness; yet, it did make her ponder a few issues like if she cared about the Peranos' survival from the Centos. The answer was not definite in her mind. Sure, she enjoyed her time with Nilofer and Melarian but they were a small representation of an entire race. Slowly, bit by bit, with learning more from both of the elf females, she was beginning to appreciate the difference in their cultures. Not to mention their abilities to flavor meant with what tasted like the riches of honey.<br/><br/>Honey so sweet and delightful even a powerful creature with a name befitting a god could not resist it. The meaning of it made perfect sense in her mind due to the horse's coloring. There were a few other associations within her mind with moonkissed as well. The luminous circle always held an air of mysteriousness to her and in some likeness so did horses, and now, more specifically, Reciren. With her question answered, Safiya turned to completely regard Melarian with her intense but also slightly friendly stare when she mentioned the reason behind her giving up the pleasure of flying. It seemed understandable but also unreasonable in her eyes. Was not the thrill of being one with Reciren worth it? She shook her head then lifted a hand to coil within the soft curls atop her head. Nilofer did mention the cruelty of the Centos and so did Melarian. It was one thing to risk one's own life but to risk a love one's as well was a completely different situation. What would happen to majestic Reciren if ever captured by those who seemed like blood hungry fiends within the eyes of the Peranos? The price of flying with Reciren seemed far too high of an amount when he could rest safety within these fields.<br/><br/>A small voice at the back of her mind persisted until Safiya spoke her thoughts with a sense of urgency.<strong>"When it is safe once more, you must ride again."</strong>It was always harder to do something after an extended period of time. There was always fear of not living up to old standards which could make reconnection difficult. The possibility of failure could make old passions unenjoyable if one allowed it. Her lips tilted upward into a slight smile when Melarian spoke of allowing her to see Reciren again. It caused her to think of exactly how long she wished to stay in the place. Safiya was not exactly certain but for one reason or another she felt the need to linger for at least a small amount of time. The Peranos needed help with their issues, and she wished to learn more about them before following what could become an long trip away from home.<strong>"We will come back together. You can teach me."</strong><br/><br/>What followed was silence between the two. Not the type which could make one feel weakened or even nervous. There was a sort of companionship in simply enjoying what was around them. The nicker of horses. Whisper of wind through the leaves. Chirping of birds. It almost felt like she was back on the ledges without a care in the world other than what would fill her stomach. For a long while, she did not even blink until her companion's voice brought her back down from thinking. There was much she wished to do but at the same time Safiya wished to do nothing at all. Such was the way of dragons.<br/><br/>Just when she was about to make a comment, a noise to her far right caused her shoulders to feel weighed down with tension. At first, it appeared like just another horse until she noticed the armor decorating its flesh. The horse reminded her of Cirven's but it was a different color. Even from the distance, she could smell an all too familiar scent tainting the air. Blood. Yet, it was not the blood of the animal but the unfortunate soul who had been dragged by his foot stuck within the stirrup. By the looks of the elf, he appeared to be a soldier.<strong>"Melarian..."</strong>An unspoken question clung to her lips. Is he dead?