<div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2s0gyz5.jpg)</div><strong>Tashiel Averlorn</strong><br/><br/>Tashiel regards the hawk with a modicum of curiosity, but no more than that.  And a bit of sympathy, not that she had any particular kinship with birds.  Still, despite knowing little of druids or their was, Tashiel did not find it surprising that one might use healing magic on one of his animal allies.<br/><br/>Just as she regarded the bird, so does Tashiel watch the interplay between Senna and Aldemar with some curiosity, her head tilting to one side as she watches them, the pose highlighting her elegant profile.  Her eyebrows go up ever so slightly as the other woman asks for wine, and her lips twist into a slight smile when the wine seems to be not to her liking.  Still, she accepts the waterskin with a nod of thanks, taking a sip nearly as delicate, although with more of a natural grace than Senna's practiced elegance.<br/><br/>For a moment, Tashiel stares at Senna, taken aback.  "I am not a solider."  She says in her soft voice.  "But I have been training with this sword-"  One hand goes up to touch the hilt of her impressively large blade, "-since I came of age, nearly a decade ago."  That seemed to be answer enough.  Her gaze goes to the bird, curious to see if it would, in fact, speak.