[Feared Half-Elf]

Elkamia shivered, the evening air had turned chilly. Her thin dress was no match for the breeze. Back to the party? the air there was warm at least, and she could sit by the fire. Or then again, back to the stables? Her other clothes were there, the warmer layers all in green, brown and grey. The inn seemed a nicer option, though she was quiet and not known to party.

She dropped off the branch, glad that the man and the hobbit lad had gone now, as her skirts billowed out like an umbrella. She giggled when she landed, how long was it since she limbed a tree in a dress? She chided herself for the folly of it. You should know better than to drop from a tree in a dress. Particularly at your age! She giggled at her own thoughts, and then settled her skirts and hair. With strangers she seemed quiet and cold, like a mountain stream in spring. Give her a group of friends, or solely her own company, and she relaxed and smiled a lot more.

Having settled herself and painted the calm facade back on her face, she headed towards the common room. The warmth hit her like a smack in the face, and she was glad for it after the breeze outside. The party was still going strong. Noticing a woman sat at a table alone, she decided to introduce herself. She wasn't usually so bold, but the woman looked like she would appreciate some company.

"My name is Elkamia." She said politely to the woman. "You look like you could do with somebody to talk to, if you'll excuse my frankness." She paused, her elven green-blue eyes intent as she waited for a reply.