<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">The revelation that not only had his eyes been on her, but others as well seemed to surprise her. Cia sat back in the chair and blinked a few times before turning to peer at the rest of the room. Oh, they were. A small frown flitted over her lips before she took another sip of the water and set it to the side, <strong>"This is where everyone seems to be, and for some reason I need to be where everyone is."</strong> It was said almost to herself before she shook her head, letting her loose hair dance around her shoulders. She had to start somewhere, didn't she? It wasn't that she wanted to associate herself with these...these land dweller, but she really had no choice.<br/><br/>Shifting her eyes back to Draven, she narrowed her liquid gold gaze on him. For a land dweller, he wasn't horrible looking. She had admired those that had come to bathe in her river before and she knew that her form was compatible with most that called the shores their home. But it was the furthest thing from her mind at the moment, momentary pleasures pushed back for the larger picture: getting herself received back into the embrace of her dear river. Her reply was as simple as all of her words had been up to that point. For just a moment her gaze dropped to the table and the smallest flash of shame gleamed in her lowered eyes. It was gone in an instant and her lips curved into a secretive smile, <strong>"The whisper of the water brought me, of course."</strong> A single delicate hand lifted and passed over the top of drink, the water inside rippling as if she had shifted the cup.<br/><br/><strong>"And you can call me Cia. Does this mean I get to ask you why you are here in return? Or is this type of place where you normally keep company, land dweller?" </strong>Cia's expression cleared, the emotion smoothing out. She of course did not trust him. Not yet, anyway.</span></span>