[center][i][h2][color=#dd5419]Calariel[/color][/h2][/i][/center][hr]
Calariel's mouth hung open in confusion for a long moment at Ellaryn's response, until she understood just how the hobbit girl had interpreted her. It was a strange realization; to many other elves, her gear was well-maintained but ultimately modest and without an excess of ornamentation, and her mannerisms were quiet, meek even. She was fair of appearance as all elves were, but had never thought herself remarkable at all save for her sight, which she'd always been led to believe detracted from her overall value rather than adding to it. But somehow, she came across as someone of royal standing to Ellaryn, a princess of Rivendell or some such. The idea might've made Calariel laugh if she hadn't been so embarrassed.

[color=#dd5419]"I'm not--"[/color] she began, but before she could get the words out a coin tossed from Vamyr hit her lightly in the stomach and fell to the floor. She jumped slightly, quickly crouching down to where it fell and scooping it up, her face steadily growing more red.

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A short time later, Calariel had returned from making sure her horse was secured for the night, and she'd gathered all of her things, to stay with her up in the room that she'd secured. Finally able to rest, she first removed her bedroll and blanket from her pack and left them at the base of her bed. [color=#dd5419]"If you need to use these, don't hesitate,"[/color] she offered to Ellaryn, before taking a seat on the bed and beginning to remove her outer layers of gear, starting first with her bracers and gloves, and then unbuckling the hardened leather cuirass.

[color=#dd5419]"I fear you may have overestimated my importance,"[/color] she said softly, arranging her gear in a neat little pile by the nightstand. [color=#dd5419]"I am no one of great importance in Rivendell, just a simple outrider. I'm only different from my kin because of my sight, and that proves a hindrance more often than a help."[/color] She realized Ellaryn might not know what she was referring to. Her blindness she believed was obvious, but how it could ever help was not apparent.

[color=#dd5419]"I can see excellently at a distance, you see, but close around me everything grows blurry. I can hardly make out the shape of you, at our current distance."[/color] It probably seemed odd that she was an outrider and scout with such a condition, but then, Calariel had always possessed something of a stubborn streak, and she'd earned her place through hard work and demonstration of her capabilities.