[Amanaduial the archer]

Hreeza ground her teeth together, forcing herself not to reply to the ranger. She watched as Dykoria attacked Lorin and Min as well; the elf responded in much the same way as she had, biting her lip, trying to rise above it. Min however seemed crushed as the ranger stared down her nose at him, and it annoyed Hreeza- she had no right to treat such an sweet minstrel like Min in such as manner. His reply made her smile though and she came up behind him, breezing through his flute gently so as not to startle him too much.
"One point to Min, Nil to Dykoria. Nicely done, O Minstrel."
Min blushed slightly, smiling. Lorin smiled at him as well, and as they caught one anothers gaze they both smiled little bit more broadly, laughing nervously. Hreeza stifled a laugh, watching with pleasure as the vibes of happiness rose of them in colourful layers to the sprite.
"I dont believe Ive introduced myself; I am Lorin Thoriel of Lothlorien. You must be Min?"
Min blustered slightly, touching his forehead. "Oh, yes. Im a minstrel." He added eagerly. Lorin smiled at him.
"Yes, I can see that." She glanced meaningfully at his instrument. He went red again, but Lorin spared him embarrasment. "What brings you to travel with this group?"
As the pair of elves slipped into conversation Hreeza left them to it. She felt lonely- The elves had their own kind to talk to, Arawil was driven by her quest, and had spent centuries in solitude. Hreeza had, of course, not had a particularly full social calender of course, but she longed for company. And that left only Dykoria...
Hreeza took a deep breath, wondering if it was worth it. Psiching herself up to it, she swallowed her feelings about the arrogant ranger. She was probably very friendly when it got down to it...if a bit, well... crusty, arrogant and violent on the surface.
Mentally shaking herself to prepare herself, the sprite took another deep breath and floated towards Dykoria. She could do this...