[b]Aramir[/b]

The world was a collection of kneecaps and shins. Aramir tried to navigate her way through the crowd, to get what food she could. She really did! But there really wasn't much headway one could make in the press of bodies, when one was only the height of their kneecaps. Eventually, she gave up in despair and headed towards the barrels of alcohol. If she couldn't eat, she could at least try this 'Dragon Spit' or spite, or whatever it was called. Like so many other things in her tribe, alcohol wasn't found in abundance. Wasn't found at all to be perfectly honest. So, she was interested to try it, to say the least. Out of all of them, the Dragon one sounded most interesting out of all the options. With minor effort(thank the Gods someone had thought of the Snow Elves and their heighth!) she managed to get a small goblet and fill it with the peppery smelling drink. It wasn't a bad smell, in fact, Aramir quite liked it. The rumble of the crowd and the general abundance of torches and light helped keep her fears at bay, and preventing another instance like the one in the courtyard. 

Which, all in all, was a blessing. She didn't know if she'd be able to recover from embarasing herself again. Too many questions, not enough of a want to answer them. Goblet in hand, she glanced over to the gathered tables. People were still moving about, and while there were chairs for her size, she didn't want to risk trying to walk through the land of shins and kneecaps again. So, she moved to the side of the crowd, looking for somewhere she could watch the proceedings and not have to dodge or alert those around her to her presence. Eventually, her eyes spotted a girl all by herself, in a relatively empty corner. Aramir did a double check, not quite trusting what her eyes told her. The girl had..wings? At least, Aramir thought those were wings. Odd. But hey, she had just seen walking dragon people, snake people, and she could have sworn she saw a bunch of floating rocks. A winged human was certainly not the strangest thing she had seen today. Besides, she needed to make more friends than Alaira. At least, she thought the Forest Elf was her friend. A well known, relatively friendly acquaintance at the very least. 

Making her way over, Aramir put herself beside the girl, only remembering in the nick of time not to lean back while she had her bow on. Alaira's tour was..conclusive in some ways, but it had failed to show her where her dorm was. Thus, she was left carrying her gear. Or what was on her back, anyways. Smiling up at Lyris, she said "Hello! I'm Aramir. Who are you?"