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[quote=@ineffable]
[@Thinslayer][@Darkmoon Angel]
Laina startled when she saw his form in front of her.  She stood up from her crouch so she could see him without craning her neck upwards.  Her shoes dug into the soil and she sifted it around, slowly.  She was a bit shy when she was in front of someone who she didn't know, who could do any harm to her. Her arms crossed across her chest almost protectively before she responded with a gentle air about her tone.  She was scared of him, sure but that didn't prevent her from being nice.
[color=powderblue]"Do you want me to wash it for you? I...I don't think I can find a bucket right now."[/color]
She pushed a strand of silvery hair behind her graceful pointed ears before fixing her eyes on his with a clear silver gaze.
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When Gorman looked into her face, he stopped short and gaped. The elf girl's moonlit hair flowed over her shoulders, a rippling silver stream that gave her an air of unnatural immortality. Her innocent, ashen eyes looked up at him with restraint tempered by kindness, giving him the impression that, while she feared him, she still wished to do him good. Everything about her seemed familiar to him. What she said next, he found both unsurprising and uncanny.

"Do you want me to wash it for you? I- I don't think I can find a bucket right now."

There. It was her generosity that cemented the resemblance. Gorman couldn't quite help himself from confusing her with a certain other person. "Thank you Cap- uh, elf girl. What is your name, miss?" Gorman handed her the rag, and scratched his neck with a weak chuckle.

[quote=@Lord Zee]
[i] "Morefindiel Vanarys. Call me Fin. You the leader or something? You carry yourself like one." Which was a much nicer way of putting it than what she really wanted to say.[/i]

Tiberius stretched out his own hand and grasped the elf's hand gently, but not without giving a proper handshake. [color=gold]"It's a pleasure to meet you, Morefindiel Vanarys."[/color] He paused taken aback when he uttered her last name. He had almost forgotten about his mysterious elven figure, Druth Vanarys and now here was his name. He let his hand fall away slowly as he felt his heart skip a beat in mix of excitement and curiosity. This day was just getting stranger and stranger by the minute. He had so many questions for this woman now but a quick glance made him realize he must look like a fool, having completely dropped the conversation.

He attempted to save himself from her stares as he fumbled over his words, [color=gold]"Moref- I mean Fin, I... I would say I'm the leader. No! I mean I'm not really in charge, that would be Xen but I uh. Posture. Yes, I'm a knight so its something I do. That was very vague, what I really meant to say was that I was raised to have perfect posture anything less would have been a disgrace. So, umm, how are you?"[/color]

Tiberius felt flustered, why exactly was he so nervous? Here was a elf that could help him tie the gap between Druth and the Warlock but why was he so hesitant to actually say anything. His first impression upon her probably sealed the deal that he was an idiot. He tried to avoid her gaze for the moment, looking over at his companions, then the fire, then back to his companions. Gorman and Kaite had joined them at the fire, while the Storyteller and Vert looked like they were having a moment. The deer was still being prepared and Zenovia was still sleeping. 

Everyone still looked slightly dazed, maybe even shocked about what had just happened to them and the revelations that they had uncovered. Hopefully by the morning, they would be better, but for now, food and Fin had his attention. 
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Fin placed a hand on her mouth and laughed at him. Her eyes twinkled as they locked with his. The human was amusing, cute even. Perhaps she could tolerate him. Her initial impression was not necessarily inaccurate, she supposed, but it didn't tell the whole story. Tiberius' knightly armor could be penetrated, and beneath it was a weak little soul easily flustered by a pretty face. Plus, he was handsome to boot, so allying with him was a pleasant prospect.

She brushed back her hair, dipped her head, and looked up at him. "So, you're in charge, huh? I like a guy who's in charge. You're pretty cool. I bet you've got a lady waiting for you, because there's no way knights like you stay alone."