The pale-scaled creature had just lifted her hands to pull the hood of her blue shawl back, the delicate shape of her frills and crest glittering somewhat where the firelight stuck her scales. She wasn't gold. Not really. Nor was she white exactly. Every movement dazzled with a hint of some other colour, though at present she seemed to favour the golds and reds of the flames. Perhaps the effect would have been even more striking if not for the salve that the dragonkin dutifully used to dull her scales every morning. 

The steaming bowl appeared, held up by the slender hand of the elf, the melodic voice speaking to her in a question. Rhindani took the proferred serving and looked down at the simple fair, the thin nostrils at the end of her snout flaring slightly to inhale the weak scent. Well, at least it would warm her even if the taste was bland.

[color=fff79a]"Of course,"[/color] the cleric nodded cordially, following the elf with her eyes, which appeared dark now that the sun had fled. There would be room next to the other woman, but before Rhindani moved to join her she reached up to unpin the golden dragon brooch over her left shoulder. This caused the heavy but smooth blue fabric to slide free, caught by her tail before it could land in the dirt. 

Rhindani's wings stretched, unencumbered by the garmet that had contained them, like a butterfly freed from a caccoon. Behind her, the back of Rhindani's simple green dress was designed so that a long panel down her spine could be laced to either side, eliminating the need for her to leave her back bare to accomodate those long appendages. For the most part the healer seemed solid without being overly athletic or built, the primary exception being the sinewy muscle that held her wings to her body. 

Sitting down next to Saida, she was careful to not brush the elf with her wings or her tail, which curled politely around her feet as she pulled the robe into her lap and sitting the bowl on top. 

[color=fff79a]"I'm Rhindani, of Metal City. I appreciate your kindness,"[/color] she went on, nodding towards the bowl, [color=fff79a]"but in the future I might suggest not using your gifts on me without asking first."[/color] It wasn't as if she was an injured or dying fighter too far gone to assent. In spite of her request for the future, she used her fingers, each tipped with a small claw, to fish out whatever gristly meat might be swimming around in the stew and popped those into her mouth first.

[color=fff79a]"I've heard that elves have a natural kinship with horses and other beasts. Riding can't be as painful as all that all the time or no one would do it. Before today I've only ridden a few times and never at such a pace. I do most of my traveling on foot."[/color] Though perhaps one day her wings would be of use. After fishing out all the meat from her stew, the dragonkin began to sip the remainder, the warmth filling her belly even though the taste left a lot to be desired.