Settling herself, Sithra crossed her arms and leaned back, closing her eyes.  She had no intention of starting a conversation with anyone near her; with her luck, they'd all be drow-haters.  [i]Drow[/i] was what she called herself, preferring to eliminate even the smallest connection to the light elves.

Aenor seated himself and put on his seatbelt.  Now that the dark elf was far away from him, he relaxed and let a slight smile curve his lips.  Perhaps the trip would be bearable.