[center]Sometimes, fate was a force far more potent than binary logic; albeit one that could be bluntly summarized as such. Variables existed within the reaches of its machinations, rocks of choice interrupting the flow of an aimless river that might be called Time. What was occurring to Isyph Al-Delad, though she could not possibly have the perception of it, was a churning of the tides...forcing her onto one of those rocks. So, there she sat, having just finished her first rendition of [i]Never Find A Guild In Aedrasil[/i]; now faced with a choice. 

 Applause, accompanied by a man that she could not deny was handsome...though something about his features seemed irreconcilable with her mind, as though they were something to be inevitably eaten by a haze of obscurity, startled her; something she almost avoided expressing audibly with a small gasp. She felt a blush creeping onto her cheeks, thankful for the positive attention after such a grueling day. Startling, also, was the reaction in which this stranger elicited in her. He felt familiar, like someone she should know about. Like an old friend with a different face, maybe.

 [color=FFDAB9]"Thank you, sir,"[/color] she squeaked out, trying hard to maintain composure in what was quickly attempting to become an awkward situation, [color=FFDAB9]"not everyone has been so kind, today."[/color] Her blush deepened, by a little, though more with the indignation of remembrance and a sudden sort of nameless shame than the compliment. It had not happened in great droves, today, but the Uquii girl was used to receiving compliments about her appearance...often times phrased with a less-than-couth intention. Seeming to realize that he was looking down on her, Isyph stood and pulled her cowl back a little bit; adjusting it so that it tangled less in her horns and pressed less readily against her ears. [color=FFDAB9]"That was an interesting trick you pulled, if you listened to the whole song, stranger!"[/color] Confidence had returned to her, but something about the man before her made the Uquii feel slightly less adequate than she usually did. He certainly looked to be a proper Thief, if she had half the sense she thought she did, or maybe a Rogue; sometimes the two would have similar garb; though the lack of an obvious pack made her question that judgement.

 The conditioning her 'father' had relentlessly driven into her kicked in, drawing her attention from his face and lithe form to the fact that she had not yet introduced herself. Daln's voice practically echoed in her ears...which, strangely, was the same voice she sometimes heard when debating whether or not to pursue a potential opportunity. That realization set her ears to itching, which she indulged, fully removing her hood for a moment and digging at them.

 [color=FFDAB9]"My name is Isyph Al-Delad,"[/color] as per the usual greeting, she offered her hand out for a quick shake...though she expected this man might be the type to kiss it, instead, a fact that did not entirely perturb her, [color=FFDAB9]"and I'm here...well, now,"[/color] she glanced upward, past the uneven jut of the alley's skyward teeth, and observed the position of the sun, midday being hours behind and twilight but a short while ahead, [color=FFDAB9]"I suppose...to watch the Lunar Festival."[/color] The last part was said with a sigh, as she placed the cowl back around her face. [color=FFDAB9]"Though I don't know where I'll be going after that...I had expected to have a place to sleep tonight..."[/color]

 The blush on her face, having been in recession for a moment, came back with full force; coloring her features with the realization of the possible implications.[/center]