Fatima shook her head as if to dash away the argument that had just taken place.  She was relieved it had come to a resolution, though perhaps not quite what Jandar had hoped for.  She pratically skipped as she closed the few paces between herself and Dareen.  "I'm afraid I've been neglectful of you, I am so sorry.  I had no intention of pushing you out like that."  A frown pulled down the corners of her lips as she reached out he hands to grasp Dareen's.  "But I am thrilled to be able to take this trip with you, I do very much want you along with Jandar and I.  I can't wait to get you all dressed up in something lovely.  Though why you cover so much of yourself...."  She paused, considering what she was saying and thinking it could be rude.  Her lips pursed and her brows furrowed before she brightened.  "Ah, well... Are you more comfortable with some coverings?  Are you open to showing a bit of skin?  Are there colors you like better than others?"

A her mind swirled with the familiar, silly things - clothes and make-up she had a sudden thought.  She opened her mouth as she gasped suddenly and audibly.  Her eyes went wide and then a look of mischevious joy fell over her.  "I have the most wonderful and grand of ideas.  I must speak with Faeril... Oh, how delightful it will be.  You and Jandar discuss what you are thinking for your roles.  Don't stray too far from your specific thruths.  Simplify them, bundle them down to their smallest parts until you can say them in a sentence.  From there we begin to build the lies.  We have to build a base before applying an illusion."  She wiggled her fingers at them before running off in the direction of Faeril and Xandar.

It did not take her too terribly long before she was at Faeril's side.  She reached out to grasp the woman's hand.  Her cheeks were flushed with her excitement and her eyes sparkled with her self satisfaction.  "Faeril, Faeril," she puffed.  She looked back toward Xandar a moment and offered him a wide, breathless grin before turning her attention back to Faeril.  "Do you think you can make me the ugliest, most foul, and unattractive woman in all of Terrielle?!"  It was only now she began to see and read the mood.  She took a careful step back and looked toward Xandar again.  A spark of fright bringing down the joy she had held moments ago.  Her hands fluttered to her stomach and she felt herself inching close to Xandar, her body more than her mind understanding that he was safe.  "What is wrong," she whispered, looking between the pair.