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Eliot wined and put her head on her paws to show that she was no enemy. She wined, barked and groweld. My name is Eliot, I am here with Roarke. She poitned her snout towards the door to show that he was inside. She then turned to the dragon. You are akin to Alaran aren't you? she perked her ears so as the question would be curious, not accusing.

Well now wasn't that interesting? He could have understood human speach well enough, but she decided to comminucate with her wolfish form. Adorible. His long toothy snout peeled back in a smile. He chuckled. Using much the same movements as Eliot; complicated eye gestures, head swaying, a grunt every now and then. I am Tanundra, the Oracle's protector. Indeed, Alaran is my sister. He winked at her. But I am not near so jealous. Feel free to indulge my mistress with your company.

His shoulders sagged in pretend disappointent. "I suppose it will have to do." but he perked up and smiled again. "I am very excited to see a surface world! How amny Underdarks get to say they have felt the sunlight hit their face?" He worried look here for a moment. "Will the sun blind me? Maybe I sohuld get soemtihng to protect my eyes before we go." A small blue feather worked it's way out of Raziel's wing, fell to Keirna's shoulder. "Opps, not very tidy of me...." He blushed.

Eliot felt the deep rumble of the dragon's chuclking but she didn't understand the reason of it. I do not want to intrued, she said to him, but I'm afraid I would not be good company anyways. She rested her head once again against her paws. and sighed heavily. It is nice to talk to a fellow shape shifter though, sometimes I find the company of animals to that of Humans. She snorted, her she was saying she prefered the company of animals and all her thoughts where on that skinny wizard.

Zahara moved through the trees quickly. She was continously looking in all directions to make absolutely sure no one was following her and that no one was ready to slip a blade between her ribs. Her upbringing had taught her to always be on her guard. She was prepared to slip her dagger out at any point and she had her elvish ears perked up and listening to every sound. No one would sneak up on her, she wouldn't allow it. Every time there was a rustle of the bush or some unforeseen noise she about jumped out of her skin thinking it was her sister coming after her...or worse the Matron. Escape was crucial, she'd mastered the first step. Now she had to find somewhere to stay. She had to lay low, she knew that but where? Her footsteps remained quiet as she stayed under the cover of the brush and moved stealthily through the woods.

Zahara heard another rustle and immediately drew her dagger inching around one of the trees. She peered out but saw nothing. She searched her surroundings, listening deeply and analyzing every movement but caught nothing once again. Tiptoeing slowly along she moved through the trees again and then heard what sounded like a stamp on the ground. Was there someone there? She still had her dagger out pointed at some unknown source of the noise and was fully ready to defend herself. She wanted to yell out but that didn't seem the brightest idea so she stayed where she was and listened. Someoen was out there...but where?

Well the first thing Zahara picked up on was the drow word for nightmare. Was it a drow out there? Did they send someone out to find her? A Lolth...vel'klar xunus dos doer dal? Zahara saw some kind of black horse with a flaming mane and tail appear in front of her pawing and snorting. Wait a minute, black horse, red eyes, flaming tail and mane. It was a nightmare and it didn't look happy to see her and Zahara's dagger dropped to teh ground in a moment of shock. "Ele xun nindolen klezn sha'nalt ulu uns'aa?" Zahara raised her hands in surrender and slowly began backing up from the engraged nightmare. No, this wasn't good.

Zahara eyed the angry nightmare and took her steps even faster backing up adn watching the beast to make sure she knew what it would do. She kept going until she bumped into something. But in a split second she realized that it wasn't something it was someone. In an almost imperceptible motion she drew her other dagger and had them both poised and ready for action, at her opponent's throat. She was face to face with an arrow, indeed it was literally inches from her nose. Her own blades raised at throat level, seemed they had each other at an impasse. Who would die first? " Vel'uss ph' dos lu' ele ph' dos p'luin uns'aa?" Zahara demanded, her sharp blades never moving.

Zahara raised an eyebrow and her then her violet eyes narrowed. Surface elf. What was a surface dweller doing down here? She would have shaken her head at the broken sentence but then heard her speak in common. Zahara had a good grasp on teh language and she said, "Your land? I didn't realize. I suppose I should...apologize, but first I must ask you to put down your weapon...and call off the nightmare."Her own daggers never moved. Zahara watched this surface dweller closely. Her appearance was a bit strange but then she was used to seeing dark skin adn white hair. The arrow inches from her face was a bit disconcerting and Zahara wondered exactly who she was dealing with. She knew all the stories about surface dwellers and didn't believe for a second this girl would let her live. She'd kill her because she was drow and curse her remains like the surface elves did. Grind her bones and offer the remains to her gods as a sacrifice. They thought they were more civilized but when it really came down to it, they were just the same.