Reya frowned as she watched the T'Skrang troubadour walk by her with hardly a nod.  Something about him annoyed her, mind it wasn't just that he so easily stole every eye in the inn from her. She was not used to being ignored, especially by males. She watched his chat with Ari's father, and her eyes widened at the change in the man. She sat back down at the table, and chose to ignore the troubador, instead turning her attention back to her friends.<br/><br/>Such an odd lot they were. She knew they considered her aloof, and that sometimes her humor rubbed them each the wrong way, a two-way street that one, but each had something she so greatly admired, and found lacking in herself...<br/><br/>The innkeepers daughter with the golden voice she envied more then anything else. In a larger city she would have been heralded for her gifts, performing at royal courts. It did not hurt that she had more beauty then any human should be allowed, or that she was genuinely kind and caring.<br/><br/>The Millers daughter was such a free spirit, a muse of love and life that Reya wished she could emulate. Not that the guys she dallied with were all that interesting, although there must be something in it as Ilene certainly seemed to enjoy their company. If she could but find one who could hold her interest for more then 10 minutes, maybe she would find out the secret if Irene's fascination with them.<br/><br/>The Ork woman, strong and exotically beautiful. She admired her will. She had fought the disease that had claimed Reya's mother and she had handily defeated it, emerging stronger for the struggle. Gara was probably the singly strongest person Reya knew, and sheoften wondered that, if her unique nature had not been proof against it, if she would have had the will to prevail against such an enemy...<br/><br/>Now if any of them had been a male, she would have lost her heart, and her virginity long passed. Together they represented the very best that Whitewater had to offer. Her gaze lingered over the other girls for a moment, and then came to rest on...<br/><br/>Xholkrox, he was an anomaly. For years she had thought of him as another girlfriend, and truth to tell she still felt that way, often forgetting that nature had gifted him in... other ways. He was interesting, funny, and cut a very dashing figure with grand fashion sense. She also trusted him above all the men in their village. Truth to tell she might have pursued a relationship with him herself, except that she feared to destroy their friendship, as well as the friendship she had with the other girls. It was painfully obvious that Irene had feelings for him, and he for her. Gara's brash ribbing she felt sure hid true feelings much stronger then friendship, and even Ari had occasionally seemed to lose herself in fantasy while looking at him. She wondered what would happen on the day everyone else realized what was so obvious to her...<br/><br/>She looked over her friends again, each one a spectacular testament to their individual species. She loved them all, and she hoped they would always be as close as they were at this moment...<br/><br/>She sighed when it appeared the old T'Skrang finally seemed inclined to perform. She hoped his stories would be worth it as she had looked forward to girl-talk in Ari's room...<br/><br/>"I know the fog outside is thick, but isn't he a little too wet?"