Katia laid back on the grass near the lake with her eyes closed and a wide grin on her face. The conversation of her allies filled her ears, but what she was really ustening for was the conversation of nature. The grass rustled in the light breeze semding a thousand welcoming whispers scuttling along the ground. The trees danced with merrymaking, their natural castenets punctuating their rhythm. The pond splished and bubbled gently as the breeze caught ripples and carried them across the surface. Here was true peace: the bounty of Mother Nature and the antics of her friends.

The smile seemed to widen at that thought. It was mere months ago that she had been running hither and thither, lost with no home or allies. And then, as if by the hand of providence of the gods, they had gathered one by one. Katia would have to remember to thank a god if she ever saw one. 

Her attention was brought back to her allies at Theodore's grumblings. [color=ed1c24]"If you can't run around half-naked in the middle of Nature's Bounty a million leagues from the nearest civilization, where can you?"[/color] she called out, turning her head and opening her eyes to see who her friend was referring to. It was a bit of a shame that Thea was forced to cover herself with plate in each battle, as she held a natural and effortless beauty that seemed to be evident in nearly every Aasimar. Katia's glance was just in time to see the shared kiss, and a small frown overtook her grin from before. Katia sighed quietly and picked herself up from the grass, muttering to herself in Terran, [color=ed1c24]"Bog dal, bog vzyal."[/color]

Picking up the quarterstaff she used as a walking stick, Katia turned to see Wick and Haemar talking in their favored Elvish language. Although Sylvan had been taught to her at an early age, Elvish had unfortunately eluded her grasp thus far, although she did pick out a familiar word. [color=ed1c24]"You know, it's impolite to talk about someone when they can't understand you,"[/color] she announced to the shorter Aasimar. Although her tone was scolding, the twinkle in her eyes belied the amusement hiding beneath. [color=ed1c24]"The day ahead of us is bound to be a long one. If we are done with our rest, perhaps beginning our journey is in order."[/color] 

With that, she turned to get one last glimpse of the sailor before his chain shirt was fully donned, then began to slowly walk down the hill, a patient gait that all could overtake with considerable ease. Her face turned to take in the rays of the sun, and she drew in a deep breath. [color=ed1c24]"Akh, eto zhizn'."[/color]

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[hider=Terran]If your PC knows Primordial, I would be happy to translate. [/hider]