<strong>Sarai</strong><br/><br/>(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Sarai.jpg)<br/><br/>For a few moments, Sarai felt as if she were being thoroughly examined. She didn’t mind, she was used to doing the same thing to others. Especially newcomers, as they always had the most stories to tell (since, she’d never heard any of theirs before). She couldn’t help but laugh, however, when the green eyed girl extended than pulled away her pigment stained hand.<br/><br/>As the other girl began to speak and wipe uselessly at her hands with a cloth, Sarai reached into her began and rummaged for a rather helpful vial.<br/><br/><em>"Nice to meet you, Sarai ... Names Silvarie, but everyone calls me Sil for short." </em><br/><br/>Sarai smiled at the other warmly and pulled the vial from her bag. It was a recipe of her grandmother’s a hand cleanser that worked miracles. It smelled like lilacs as well, which had always pleased Sarai. She popped the cork from the vial and dabbled some onto a clean kerchief she had.<br/><em><br/>"New to the city? ... We've been getting lots and lots of travelers from all over, what with the recent activities."</em><br/><br/>Sarai returned the grin, quite pleased to have met a friendly face. She then held the kerchief out to Sil, and nodded. The other girls voice fit perfectly with her name, a deeper more silvery tone than that of most young ladies. It had a pleasing musical lilt that Sarai enjoyed, the girl could have read out random pages from a book and Sarai would have listened.<br/><br/>“Yes, I am. Here, take this and run it over your hands. My Gran’s cleanser, it works wonders and won’t dry or crack your skin.”<br/><br/>She then looked around, finally noticing the excited and somewhat befuddled faces of others that mirrored her own feelings of the city. She should have thought that she wouldn’t be the only being around to come to the city once the new king took the throne.<br/><br/>“Like I said, Gran was a healer. She taught me some things, but I came to the city to learn ... since I’d already learned everything worth learning from my little village.”<br/><br/>She shrugged, rolling the stiffness out of her shoulders.<br/><br/>“I’m probably going to get a room across from the Apothecary. Is that Inn decent? Have you always lived here?”<br/><br/>She had a barrel of other questions she wanted to ask, but she didn’t want to seem rude or a bore. So, she left it like that and became Sil’s expectant listener. She hoped they would be friends, she enjoyed the other girl already.