What had even brought Taahira to Katakarthia in the first place? Even to such a small little town at that? There was nothing particularly interesting about this place, though the people seemed to be very well happy here; even if they lived so close to the war zone. The woman had heard about it through the words other as she passed as she traveled here; though, it was nothing she particularly wanted to get in involved with. As far as she could remember, these two being had been waging war against each other for so long. Neither side having won yet, but it seems the Demons were certainly getting an upper hand on the light kingdom as of late. At this point, it really didn't matter to her who exactly won this stupid war of theirs; she was tired of hearing about it, seeing it. Just all around unphased by anything to do with it.
What would even be the point? They had their own kinds to fight along side them, though she would defend herslef it the need be. It was not the Angels she really needed to worry about, but more so the Demons. They would take a life just for getting in their way; pathetic of them, but nothing one could do about the nature of another being. Yet, she could easily pass between either being without harm, as she could easily changer her form to go along with either race. It was a handy ability to have and spriti elementals were a rare thing anyway, so who would be wise enough to find out? Oh well, here she was, standing in the local tavern/inn.
She was able to find herself the work while she was here, apprently not many dancers lived in this place; the change of entertainment was duely needed as it seemed. At least everyone here looked happy with themselves, eating, drinking, and just having a good laugh with friends. It was rather nice to see, honestly, people enjoying themselves despite the war upon their land; the ever growing threat the drew near. A soft smile curled onto his thick lips, feet soon guiding her towards the center of the tavern; man on the piano stopping for just a brief second.
The Spirit Elemental could feel the eyes falling upon her form, her own gazing out at the crowd. None of them stood out, at least until her shinning blue eyes landed on an elven man in the back of the dinning area. Oh well, perhaps he was nothing more than another patron at the tavern; here to enjoy himself along with everyone else. Her bright eyes gazed over towards the man on the piano, who gave a light nod of his head before she looked away. Gently, slowly, his fingers worked on the keys; playing a soft melody into the tavern's warm air.
The delicate woman bowed before everyone, then slowly stood back up; arm stretching up and over her head. It was then that the magic started, body flowing in a fluid motion. Hands whipping up sublte gusts up winds, creating a mix of cool and warm air about the place. Soft, delicate petals began to form as she moved; pink in color and hue, as if spawning from nowhere.
What would even be the point? They had their own kinds to fight along side them, though she would defend herslef it the need be. It was not the Angels she really needed to worry about, but more so the Demons. They would take a life just for getting in their way; pathetic of them, but nothing one could do about the nature of another being. Yet, she could easily pass between either being without harm, as she could easily changer her form to go along with either race. It was a handy ability to have and spriti elementals were a rare thing anyway, so who would be wise enough to find out? Oh well, here she was, standing in the local tavern/inn.
She was able to find herself the work while she was here, apprently not many dancers lived in this place; the change of entertainment was duely needed as it seemed. At least everyone here looked happy with themselves, eating, drinking, and just having a good laugh with friends. It was rather nice to see, honestly, people enjoying themselves despite the war upon their land; the ever growing threat the drew near. A soft smile curled onto his thick lips, feet soon guiding her towards the center of the tavern; man on the piano stopping for just a brief second.
The Spirit Elemental could feel the eyes falling upon her form, her own gazing out at the crowd. None of them stood out, at least until her shinning blue eyes landed on an elven man in the back of the dinning area. Oh well, perhaps he was nothing more than another patron at the tavern; here to enjoy himself along with everyone else. Her bright eyes gazed over towards the man on the piano, who gave a light nod of his head before she looked away. Gently, slowly, his fingers worked on the keys; playing a soft melody into the tavern's warm air.
The delicate woman bowed before everyone, then slowly stood back up; arm stretching up and over her head. It was then that the magic started, body flowing in a fluid motion. Hands whipping up sublte gusts up winds, creating a mix of cool and warm air about the place. Soft, delicate petals began to form as she moved; pink in color and hue, as if spawning from nowhere.
