[center][i][h2][color=#dd5419]Calariel[/color][/h2][/i][/center][hr]
Calariel observed the amusement that was the dwarf and the hobbit from where she sat with her back against the base of a large tree, just far enough away to see most of the others clearly. She nibble away at the modest portion of Ofnir's prepared food she'd taken for herself; she figured the man and the dwarf would need more of it, and she did not need much. Years of experience on her own in the wild had taught her to get by with little. And besides, she had her own.

She wondered how quickly they would be able to form an effective group. At first she thought they might not work together at all, being such disparate races and coming from such different backgrounds. Calariel knew that she wasn't particularly skilled, socially, but already she felt welcome with these others, perhaps even accepted. Perhaps they were wanderers themselves, halfway to outcasts. There was potential for kinship, she knew.

Her milky eyes flitted to Aelin after her sharp ears picked up on Thurin's muttering. [color=#dd5419]"Could you play something for us, then? You soothed us to sleep wonderfully, I imagine you can help us find our energy as well."[/color] She felt a bit embarrassed for asking, for no particular reason, and a bit of color crept onto her cheeks. She didn't really need the jolt, as Ofnir had given her more than enough time to sleep, more than she'd probably needed. But she liked the sounds of her fellow elf's songs.