Zafiria looked to her side as the guards around her drew close and stood ready for trouble.

[b]"My Lady, we should go back to the castle."[/b] One of the averagely sized guards said to her. Zafiria stood but made no move to leave with the guard, which is no doubt what they wanted her to do. She continued to hold the bunch of floweres she was gathering with one hand resting underneath the bunch and the other on top, looking at the oncomer. Best to use her small frame and 'cute' looks to her advantage. Surprise and underestimations were her greatest allies, allowing her to use her honed skills in an even more powerful manner.

[b]"You, traveler, state your business on this road."[/b] The lead of her guard called out. He was very authoritative and intelligent. He had earned his rank and more many times over. The guard moved to guide Zafiria away but the hardening of her eyes made him take a pause. She wanted to see this. Especially since they all knew that this man did not look at all like Frost. The gust of fridgid air that came down from the mountan to pass by the group felt like a comeforting threat to Zafiria. In these mountains there was power, even if her gifting was in the currents of air.