[h2][color=B22222][center][i][b]Lerraina[/b][/i][/center][/color][/h2]
[center][color=B22222][i]Location:[/i][/color] Walking alongside the wagon
[color=B22222][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] Calanon[/center]
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Lerraina's gaze lied upon the road ahead, her eyes darting off, scanning their surroundings from time to time. But it was the sight of an elf standing atop his horse that distracted her sight seeing. She couldn't tell if what she was seeing was sheer stupidity or a grown man peacocking. Then again, you never knew with elves, just how old they really were. It must have been a nice view though, for his sense of serenity seemed to match hers. She began to wonder if it were the nature of these woods to have such an effect on those who wandered within its solace, or if it was the company kept along the road. 

The questions though, ripped through her tranquility, like a small cat tearing through sheer curtains. She shrugged softly at his question. [color=B22222][b]"Here and there I suppose.”[/b][/color] The smallest of micro expressions might have given away her discomfort as she delivered her answer. A muscle twitch of her jawline was all it was, but to anyone that knew enough to recognize it, it painted a picture of an awkward woman behind the veil of confidence. [color=B22222][b]"I'd spent many years training in the shadows of some of the greatest archers on the isles. And you?"[/b][/color]. Years of training had also taught her that most men like to talk about themselves, especially when it comes to things they are good at. [color=B22222][b]"I imagine it is something that comes naturally for your kind."[/b][/color] Her cultural insensitivity struck again, though her comment was made with no malice intent or tone of insult. A genuine curiosity sparked within her words. It had taken her so long to achieve all she had, and yet, there were still many that excelled her level.