[center][color=c4df9b][u]Dareen Kahina[/u][/color][/center]

Dareen crossed her arms. [color=c4df9b]"Alright, fine. Just don't drop me- [i]woah![/i]"[/color] She wrapped her arms nervously around Denvar's neck and she tried not to look down, but ended up looking down anyway. They weren't that high up, but a fall from this distance would be enough to put her out of commission for the rest of her life- if not kill her if she landed poorly.

She became soaked, and while her hood and baggy clothing gave her some protectiong, the Pruulish woman was drenched in rain by the time they got up there. It wasn't a feeling she was used too, the way her clothes stuck to her skin and the way the humidity clogged up her breathing. Ugh. Dry, blazing heat, she could handle, but this was miserable.

Finally, they came to the door of wherever she was being taken too. Wary of her surroundings, Dareen was looking over her shoulder at the pathway behind them when the door opened. There was a woman, another Eryien with wings. So many wings, it was almost enough to make a girl feel left out. Almost. She always found the additional appendages a bit...unsettling to look at.

The Reaper, the woman said. Yeah, Dareen thought. Xandar Markov. The Reaper. He was a wanted man, wasn't he? Probably for sleeping with someone he shouldn't have, or something to that regard. From where she was standing, Xandar could easily been one of the Queen's angry goons. Still, it's not like Dareen was too much different. Her pockets were lighter every day, and the thought of poverty made Dareen anxious. She pushed the dread away and focused on where she was.

Dareen obliged the woman, and plopped herself down on the couch. She eyed the Eryien woman up and down. This place was nice, if minimalistic. Dareen thought though the woman did not wear her wealth on her sleeve, it was hard to hide it when one had access to such real estate.  There were plants, herbs, and paintings everywhere, trying to make the place as comfortable as possible. Dareen surmised this person was a Healer. Clearly one with influence on the town below.

Dareen scoffed at Faeril's question.

[color=c4df9b]"Explain? Explain what? I was minding my own business when your people kidnapped me."[/color] She complained, the annoyance obvious in her voice. The annoyance mostly grew from Dareen's confusion and disorientation. Suddenly, she was no longer in control of her life, and was being bossed around.