[center][color=c4df9b][u]Dareen Kahina[/u][/color][/center] 
[center][i]front parlor[/i][/center]

Dareen raised her eyebrows and compressed her lips inward when Bellinar patted her shoulder. She still felt vulnerable without all her weapons. She hated that ability. One day she would learn that and use it to poof someone's eyeballs out of their skull. Ugh. What a gross thought. Why do you have to be so violent all the time? she asked herself. The eyriens in the room were going on and on about kinds. Your kind, your race, your people. 

[color=c4df9b]"I for one, Mikhail, judge you based on your actions, not the stereotypes of what people you happen to hail from."[/color] There was a near undetectable trace of irony in her voice. Dareen was saying this because people often go on and on about people's race. The Eyriens and the Dea Al Mon and the Pruulish people, they all had ways they were 'supposed' to act. People who acted outside of those boundaries are rare and exciting, or something. But the irony was there because truth be told, it didn't actually matter at all and Dareen was carrying on a conversation in her head. The mercenary could not relate to anyone in the room at all. In her old life she could talk for hours and hours with her friends. Her friends that everyone in this room would probably think was a monster. Well, Dareen protested silently, monsters make great company. Lots of interesting things to say. Moreover she travelled with them all so much, she had many stories to tell and many stories she wanted to hear. Here with her were two people with gross bat wings who would be disgusted by the stories she had to tell, and a pointy-eared tree hugger who had achieved enlightenment overnight.

Sighing, Dareen raised her palms apathetically.[color=c4df9b] "Don't mind me." [/color]She smirked and rubbed the bridge of her nose.