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She saw that look....that 'surface elf weakling scum, should be under my boot' look. Piper hated that look and it made her own triple colored eyes narrow. "Drow don't apologize, they don't ask either...I'm not as stupid as you may think me to be. I've spent twenty years down here...I know how the Drow work." Though she would give the dark elf one favor. "Ramoth fre'sla harl." Drop her weapons only to get a knife run through her? Piper thought not. "My weapon lowers not till yours..." Piper felt it...that feeling of fearing nothing...or rather fearing and throwing it to the wind.

Piper matched her lookj...she hated being called a surface elf in that negative conotation. "Did I ask you to believe me? No, I didn't." Well...this was going nowhere fast...yeah just what Malik needed to do....find her in a stalemate. That would stress him out. Try another bluff or tactic...though she noticed something about this Drow...she was too easy on her. "You seems a little off...for a Drow..."

Oh for the love of her foals. They were being ridiculous...not to mention though Piper didn't look in trouble, she had no idea how deep she was. And Malik wouldn't be a happy elf if something happenes to Piper. Take things upon heself? Why not...she wanted to go home and eat some chicken...and hey if the Drow happened to die...maybe she could eat that too. So then, a rush at the two, rearing up and kicking out with fiery hooves to throw both weapons. Piper's bow knocked to aim down, making her arrow release to the ground, and Zahara's dagger just got plain knocked to the ground. There girls, now play nice or leave each other alone, I want to go home and have Serino fetch me things.

Her bow was also unsteadied from hre grip...after all mithril horse shoes clipping you was a literal pain...and clatterd to the stone as well. But she was instantly reaching for it.

"Ouch..." Indeed ow...that hurt. And she straightened as well, a hand going to her multicolored head, holding to the bumped spot as if it would help. Though what was this...the Drow was...giggling? Piper stared at her, raising an eyebrow and dropping her hand. Okay...what just happened? Though neither of them made to pick up weapons again. And this Drow looked offset by her little outburst of laughter...Piper just looked downright confused. Okay...again, she should be dead or maimed by now.

This girl was Drow...right? Piper had never come across another Drow that was like this...accept Malik and even he was rough around the edges and it took months and years to get him to be completely relaxed around her. She crossed her arms, but not in a haugty manner. "I'm sorry...but that jsut doesn't make much sense to me. Forgive me if I speak out of place but...Drow don't let a nusicance live..." Was it the collar? Sometimes that worked for her. Though the other could tell by body language and tone that Piper wasn't meaning threat either.

Ah, she struck the nerve in all Drow. As Malik often mentioned the 'kill it' mentality. She really hadn't meant to come across that way...just all the Drow she had encountered down here were less than hospitable to her. And she frowned. "Did I say that? No I didn't. Forgive me but obviously I'm surface born and thus far I have been treated as nothing better by all Dorw but one that I've come across. I guess you makes it two now." She didn't like being called blood thirsty, Piper didn't like being called high and mighy. A moment of silence between them and she contemplated...then stepped back five paces from her weapon. How was that for a start? "Obviously we're not what we've been taught to think..." Ah crap there it was...that 'things change', trusting nature of hers. Her hadn grabbed Nightmare's idly swinging reins.

Tension seemed to break a little...which was a good thing. Even if it irritated Nightmare a little. "I live down here...it's my home, where I belong." No she wasn't an surface elf with an identity crisis, she meant it. Though she was a little hesitant to talk of Malik...would he be angry? "The other...is the one I live with...he's Tier'dal...a cousin to your kind but dark elf and Drow none the less." Her hand raised to grip at her collar in habitual fashion then moved to her bandana to tighten it...which was really unnecessary because it wasn't covering her ears. "What's your name?"

"Si-...D'vinn. Piper D'vinn." She might as well get used to it right? And she already really was. Besides...Silverfeather wasn't the best name to be slinging in the Underdark these days. It was okay when Malik introduced her, but she didn't have Malik here now did she? But she was finding herself oddly fascianted at the moments ticked by. She was acting like Malik...with decency and common respect despite the differences. Triple colored eyes gave Zahara a once over. "And the trespassing thing...that was a bluff..." She laughed in that 'boy that was stupid of me in the first place' way. And she let her head tilt to the side in questioning manner. "What are you doing out here alone anyway?" Not that she was insinuating Zahara needed companions, but Drow usually traveled in packs.

She gave a nod, managed a smile, might as well return the kindness. "Hello Zahara." Though her look mimicked the Dorw's at the mentioning of her circumstances. "Black sheep of the family? I know that feeling." And oh gods, there it was again...that feeling to play 'let me help you out' only made stronger by the 'things change' aspect that Zahara was displaying. "My home is a foretress...recently upgraded in defenses...perhaps you could lay low there?" Because she was going to let some Drow she just met in the place, smart right? Of course not but she was prone to such decisions and besides...there were plenty of ways to keep an eye on the Drow. "By the way, ever heard of Tarathiel?" If she did...well Piper was going to rethink this thing...damn Captain.