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It was a strange sight, Alura admitted. It was not everyday that you say three centaurs traveling along busy roadways towards major cities. It was an even stranger sight to see an Elven maiden riding upon the backs of one of them. Centaurs normally didn't allow riders, they believed it to be demoralizing and an insult. However, such was not the case this time. Alura smiled sweetly to the travelers, her eyes warm and her laugh tinkling as children watched with wide eyes. She sat comfortably upon her companion's back, her legs hanging from his right side, her hands, pressed into his backbone to keep her steady. "This is far enough, friends. You've taken me even farther then I could have hoped for." Alura called. Her companions all slowed to a trot, one of them moving closer to the maiden to extend his hand and help her down. Graciously taking the offer, Alura slid from the centaur's back. Strolling to the front to face her ride, Alura smiled and spoke. "Thank you, friends for your help. It was greatly appreciated."

"Think nothing of it, milady. We can't thank you enough for your healings. Because of you my village lived through a truly terrible sickness." The largest centaur, Latreth, spoke. His stern face softened for a moment as he returned the warm smile of the maiden. Alura motioned for Latreth to lean towards her and placed a small kiss upon his cheek in response. "Safe travels." She wished to the centaurs as they turned and headed back towards their hometown.

Pulling the hood of her cloak upon her head, Alura turned and traveled towards the city Damascus. She had heard of the misery that had been happening in the area and thought that her skills might be useful in the town. Alura knew she needed to be careful because of the adornment of jewels she wore. Gold hung from her body, she was decorated highly. It was not something she did out of vanity, they had all been gifts to her from the people she had aided and healed. They weren't trophies but beautiful momentous of her travels. They were precious to her, they represented the lives that she had saved.

Alura brushed a long strand of ebony hair from here eyes as she walked through the throng of people that were heading away from the city. They walked about her in a wide berth, eying her like she was some mysterious thing. The Elven maiden supposed she could something mysterious, it was not everyday that you saw an Elven maiden in the cities. Though she did not have her father's ears or distinct facial features, she did have the body that moved lightly, almost like it was moving on air. With her eyes set, Alura moved swiftly towards Damascus, tasting the sour of death on the air.

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