Tahra nodded her head, giving Jacques permission to pet Kol if he permitted it. While Logan and Kol were wrestling as though a single day had not passed since the two had last played together, Tahra was staring into the forest. Her elven eyesight allowed her to see the creature attempting to remain hidden in the shadows.

She didn’t want to alarm the others; the stranger didn’t seem to want to harm them. Giving that the creature was in the forest she took a chance that they spoke elvish. [color=ccfc00]“Tar na- sambe bime i nar.”[/color]

Not overly concerned by the strangers presence Tahra allowed her thoughts to wander, she found them lingering on Ian. She had kissed him, something that as a Princess she would not always have the liberty of doing. He was a common thief…if she continued to fall for him she stood to get really hurt. She realized that as her thoughts were focused on Ian that she was smiling. The smile slowly faded into sadness. He probably did not care for her the way she was starting to care for the man who had come to rescue her from the dungeons just because of her reputation with the people. No, she was surely some sort of conquest to him. 
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[hider=Elvish] "There is room by the fire."[/hider]