The small town resounded with joy and cheer as Ikina sat just outside the tavern - close enough to feel like she was a part of the town and yet isolated enough to create a drift between the crowd and herself. She had always been this way though and by now the town had gotten used to her quiet, good-natured ways, even if they still didn't quite understand it. As it always was, even in times of rest and peacefulness, she felt a cold uneasiness about herself. Some called her pessimistic, others called her worrisome, but it never swayed her from feeling just a little bit odd - just a little bit hesitant of this apparent peace.

She had confided this with Gardad more times than she'd care to count, but he was gruff and hard like a seasoned dwarf while she was more graceful and aloof as elves often were, though perhaps a touch of it was because of the strange demon blood in her? They had never figured what strain it was, as she did not display the more common tiefling traits but instead held a blue-tint to her skin, an almost alien look into her deep ocean blue eyes, and a slight tinge of coolness to her skin. When one imagined demons and devils, they did not think of ice.

Shifting in her seat to relax against the old oaken bench, she glanced back into the tavern as the people got drunk and smiled at the sight of their silly dullness - she, holding a glass of simple water and bringing it to her lips before taking a shallow gulp of it. Turning her eyes back forward, she lifted her chin so she could gaze upon the moon and let out a gentle sigh. For one reason or another, she had always felt a strange calmness when laying her eyes upon the lunar sphere, as if it were a distant mother gently cooing her soul to sleep. A short gentle chuckle escaped her lips as she realized how poetic she was being when all it really was, was a simple night with a simple happiness.

But still... that cold uneasiness ...