<div class="floatright">(http://i1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb440/Khadavla/19455High_Elf_Avatar_by_Graysun_D.jpg)</div><br/>The blond lady knight favored the satyr with a cheerful smile.  Her eyes widened when his staff began to talk.  She looked over her shoulder at the hilt of her  knightly bastard sword.  "How come you never talk to me?"<br/><br/>The blade didn't see fit to answer.<br/><br/>Shaking her head and laughing, the lithe blond stepped up to the satyr.  “It’s good to meet you, Sir Ciceras, Master Ashu.<br/><br/>There had been a few stares from passing mortals, but now the platform was empty again.<br/><br/>“Mortals call me Anica,” she introduced herself, “But my proper name is Dame Alisara Sioban apFiona.”<br/><br/>Her eyes widened merrily in recognition of the Clurichaun…  She was the only one of her kith in town, after all!  The blond stepped up to catch the redhead’s hands.<br/><br/>“Do you remember me, Alish?  We danced together at the Factory last month.”  The Factory was a club in the harbor district, a converted factory building with windowed domes on the high ceiling.  It saw a lot of changeling patronage given that it was a few hundred yards from Baltimore National Aquerium, which opened it’s freehold doors at 11AM, after the mortals had closed up.  “You should join me in dancing for the Star Trek club.  You’re a natural.”<br/>