<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br/>Tavia glances up at Tivyrne as she speaks but looks towards the sea again quickly. After a moment’s pause she gestures to the sand next to her, inviting the other woman to sit with her.<br/><br/>“Sorry,” She says quietly. “I guess things are just getting to me a little. First the ship, then the wreckage, now the boy and everything to do with this damn island…” She shakes her head. “I’m way out of my comfort zone, and I wasn’t really in it when I first got on the ship as it was.”<br/><br/>She thumps her forehead onto her knees in dismay. “God, I can be such a child at times. No wonder my family are sending me away. Fed up with my ‘night time activities’ mostly, though the outbursts don’t help. They get on everyone’s nerves.”<br/><br/>She glances at Tivyrne again, a slight blush on her face and tries to smile. Failing, Tavia looks out to sea, the waves giving her something else to look at. She hated being so childish at times. She’d never really been able to control her outbursts though, whether they’d been in anger, hatred, sadness or passion, or anything else that provoked her. Now, in an unknown land in the middle of who knows where, she was lost not only in body but in mind as well.<br/>