Alanna and Kväll being engrossed in conversation neither was paying attention to what lay in their path; on this occasion it was Aya. "S...sorry" she stuttered out meekly. Slowly casting her eyes up from the floor she saw the girl she had walked into. Face partially veiled by cascades of raven hair, Alanna could only just make out her blue eyes, filled with colour and... a great sadness also, beyond compare. The more Alanna stared the more something felt off. The girl had a pale face, sure, but that wasn't it. Her features somehow seemed to mingle the roughness of man's, and the grace of the elves; her movements the fluidity of an elf, but at the same time the coordination of a human. She was an enigma.

"A.. are you a...?" Alanna managed to get out before her cheeks flushed red. She shouldn't be asking, it was rude. But it was intriguing, this was something she had never experienced before, in her mind that succeeded the boundaries of niceties. "If you are, your parents must have loved each other very much. It isn't often children of elvish descent are born, much less with a human partner, I can only imagine how painful it would be to watch both grow old and pass". Alanna trailed off again.

[I]"'You can't say that'" [/I]mocked Kväll, who by now had flown off Alanna's shoulders and had landed beside a small pile of meat left unattended. Even through tearing off pieces of flesh and eating it, the dragon continued. [I]"If you already knew, why ask? If you wanted to deal with them, why not talk to them about things like me?"[/I], a gleeful toothy smile crossed the dragon's maw. [I]"Or you could just show her your tail, that's the best social cue there is".[/i]

"Because I don't have a tail" Alanna whispered angrily to her companion. "None of us here have tails, except him. And that's only sometimes!". Turning back to the girl, she apologised once again, face still flush with embarrassment.