<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/a936af8b2814f37565a98c55bad892ce/tumblr_mfe4hoj3DD1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Safiya<br/><strong>Current Form:</strong>Human form, Haas<br/><strong>Players Nearby:</strong>Nilofer, Cirven, Juno<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Moving away from Koann, the centos city<br/><hr/><br/>Soon enough, they were away from the supposed<em>danger</em>of Centos and their place of rest. She followed after the group even though she was not sure if she wanted to spend more time with them. All she knew was the Peranos and Trithos were odd folk. Her attention drifted away from the group when she saw a creature only heard about in stories. Wide eyed awe appeared on her face as she moved over to stand near the creature.<strong>"Its a horse,"</strong>she whispered while reaching out to touch it, only her hand stopped just short of touching it. Even though she was a dragon, Safiya was a bit unsure of it.<br/><br/>Her eyes rolled a bit upon hearing the man make the demand for them to state their purpose near the city. Didn't she already clearly state that was none of his concern. Another trait to add to her growing list about these people. Selective hearing. She did not necessarily think of herself being aligned with either force of the war even if she was with them by association. There were times back home when a dragon was forced to be around some of the others. Surely that happened with these races as well. Even she could hear the clear lie in the man, Juno's voice, voice upon answering the Trithos' question. Something told her the man had just signed his own death warrant, considering the Trithos' being more than willing to pull out his sword for lesser offensives. She was tempted to say something but bite her tongue to not out another dragon even if he appeared to be a stupid one. Just how he managed to survive away from the nest befuddled her, but it was comforting. If he could do it, she could as well.<br/><br/>The man was saved by the Peranos woman when she interjected quickly. Her nose wrinkled a  bit as she reached out again to interact with the horse. Trithos scum. So there was some animosity between the two elven races. She hovered her hand over the horses's muzzle, not touching it, but she could feel its warmth of life against her fingers. Without looking at the Trithos, she asked him directly what the Peranos woman was hinting at.<strong>"Are you a deserter?"</strong>She did not need to be one of them to understand that term. Hazel eyes shifted to the woman with a touch of inquisitiveness.<strong>"Why don't you have a horse? "</strong><br/><br/>