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"Elves are as various as any race, but we have a tendancy to conform to certain traits depending on which branch of elf you belong to. Drow, as you seem to know, are violent, and often devious. Moon Elves, such as Zalikite's branch..."

Cedric paused, "I have not meet many moon elves." He shrugged, as much as he could in the dragon's claw.

"I think it is best to accept that each elf is unique. Trying to understand them in terms of racial origin is ignorant." Cedric smiled at Aella, "But, can anyone truly understand another person? Do we need broad categories to absorb individual beings in order to psychologically accept their existance? Or is it merely our minds being lazy?" The elf smiled warmly, "Maybe now is not the time to debate such things, as currently I am you escort, the least I can do is try to get to know you. Aella, if I might be as bold as to ask what is your ambition?"

The dragon turned towrds the growing image that was the Triumverate Fortress.

Keely blinked and merely stood there a moment. Oh great, Master and Mistress weren't going to like that at all. But her attention, ever caring turned to the fawn next to her and she pat the little creature on the head before offering another carrot, that was almots snatched by one of the little foals. "Those are not for you, you had your treats already."

They looked positively pitiful trying to earn sympathy treats. Of course they were also very intrigued by thier new friend, now that she was out of the stables and fully visible. Nickers and snuffles at her. Though at her running off, they wanted to follow, only being stopped by Keely with a whistle.

Her attention went to the fawn. "No wait, you don't want to be in that." Jogging after and catching her.

Nym? Indeed watching from the dark. Red eyes shone in the dark a moment before he popped up on a rock to watch better. He wasn't fond of Sevilin going after Kieran, but....it was Kieran's fault. And the little ferret seemed to have his own sense of justice. Thus he wasn't for nor against the scuffle.

The blade of Sevilin's pole arm stopped mere inches from Zahara's head as he paused mid swing. Half in shock over seeing her, and the other half of her actually stepping in. He took a moment to recover himself, hands tightening on his weapon. "Move...this is not your business, woman." Anger burned clear in his eyes. All of them knew that if he wanted her out, he could put her out. Be it force or runes. Thus shown by the threaening of that traget circle flaring around Zahara too. Go on, try him. "He deserves consequences for his lies."

Kieran was taken aback as well as Zahara more or less jumped to his defense, interposing herself between the two of them, daggers drawn and all. He wasn't particularly refusing of Zahara's help, nor did his pride take it to heart. After all, it was better to have someone with you than against you. And Sevilin had more or less ambushed him. He looked to Raziel a moment, seeing the familiar still there with some relief. "I told you know lies. You merely lack the patience to see beyond what is there."

"Oh so you don't know? It's all her little act."Acted the innocent part, but didn't play it for very long, just long enough till she got somewhere. "You and your daughter both...though your daughter is no less guilty that she...

She spared an ear for the one that had tried to lure her outbefore, and well,w hen she say that Zahara was going after violent people, she obediently stopped, even took a few steps backwards. She looked up at the girl "Naa?"

Raziel caught site of the ferret for an instant. Good, he wasn't neat Sevelin. Sorry Nym, I understand how familiesr can be but...if you attack my master, I'm attacking back! With that thought, he jumped from Kierna's shoulder Sevilin's, using his small fingers to claw at the drows face and eyes.

She blinked, a bit surprised. "You think so? Even if it's someone like Tarathiel?" A blush crossed her cheeks.

She was very thankful for the staff, it fel good to have soemtihng in her hands. Odd how she didn't feel uneasy with just Cedric around, him being a man and all. Maybe she was getting better.

As they walked. "A favorite food? I haven't really tried very money food to know my favorite, but if I have to pin it down I'd say...broccoli."

She reognozed the tone in his voice. She got that alot, whenever she mentioned Tarathiel. "Yeah, I know. There's alot I don't know about that guy. But he feels like he's a part of my family."

She watched him as gazed off, "Is that a good thing?"

That last question though, she had to think about the rest of the way down the path. She wasn't really certain. Not during her childhood, or most of her teenage life, that's for sure. And now..."A few times. I think." She watched the ground as she walked.

She was enjoying Cedric's quite disposition. She was having a discussion, and no one was getting mad at her. "Tarathiel is the name of an elf that Kimmuriel killed er..or severals. I know. It just doesn't always feel right to call him Kimmuriel." SHe shrugged. "Probably becuase he introduced himself as Tarathiel."

"I suppose that would depend on how much one liked the misfortine of dispair. Perhaps feeling so miserable, feeling like you are the most lowly of the low, feel special by having yourself become the ruler that all other misery is measured on. Or maybe those few happy moments are enough, and we don't need anymore but a few good memories to keep living." She didn't sound like she had a very strong conviction though. She was enver confident in herself.