She stood just behind Iano’s shoulder. Her posture seemed inquisitive, not aggressive, head canted to the side. The movement tossed some stray fringe falling over the designs that licked across her face. The majority of her hair was long, partially dreadlocked, and the color of mossy brown and black that glinted green undertones in the light. Sections were pulled back and twisted into a messy bun revealing pointed ears, decorated with scars and fresh cuts from last night. There were bits of dry blood freckling across sections of her skin if you looked closely; some was hers. She was still dirty from her foray out in the woods; none of them had taken the time to shower. This seemed to strike her larger friend as they approached the table. He sniffed at himself and then fidgeted in irregular intervals, acknowledging a group etiquette faux pas ingrained in him. His actions rubbed off on the other one. Lin on the other hand didn’t seem to notice, or was indifferent. She remained standoffish, even as Iano asserted himself into the conversation.

She had eyes that flickered the color of burning leaves during autumn. Her gaze traveled about the group, with thoughtful pauses on each with a small gesture of acknowledgment. She made broad judgments based on build, breed. Her thoughts dwelled mostly on trying to figure out the ranks within the group but the signs were mixed. She decided that as of now there was no established hierarchy. While she did command respect to the degree of dominance from some, she was not foolish or naïve enough to presume that would apply to the whole group. She would not be proving the ferocious stereotype of the Wild’Har at the moment, instead accepting the part of observer for now. Each time a new individual joined the group she offered them an attentive glance in an attempt to gauge them.

She had met humans. Her opinions on humans varied almost as much as they did. She would hold off on her opinion for those two, though they did seem rather, well, breakable. Dwarves talked too much. She never cared for a lot of talking; but, to be fair, they appeared sturdy. The Luni, well, the Luni caught her attention. She had never actually engaged in conversation with a Luni, but what exactly would there be to talk about? Just as she was the last time she had seen a Luni she was struck with the almost exact opposite shading they possessed. Negatives. She sniffed almost imperceptibly at the air trying to see if she smelt as bright and crisp as she looked, but then the Shadowborne was there. She stiffened, and this was more noticeable than the sniffing at the air. Her lips curled and sharp teeth became visible for a moment. She forced herself to relax enough that she wouldn’t be drawing attention, but her attention had most definitely found its focus.

She had been ignorant to the conversation around her, and continued to be as she made her way towards the Shadowborne. She stopped and stood quite still about a hands reach away. She regarded him curiously for a moment. She had thought it would have appeared more evil. Perhaps when it was angered? Her eyes glittered and she smiled a bit, the expression creasing the dirt and distorting the pale hued patterns on her cheeks. Her fingers were most assuredly elven, though true to Wild’Har nature they were elongated with thicker muscle and pads, tipped with thicker sharpened nails. She twirled her fingers in the air as she reached towards him to touch a piece of his hair. Her movements were slow, almost a question. Shadowborne. He didn’t seem very scary, but either way she watched him closely. Didn’t need her hand bitten.