Snippet #1476565

"... Thank you," She said with a hint of coy shyness. She half expected to be turned away due to her entrance. She was, indeed, cheerful... Sometimes sickeningly so. Many these days can not handle the mirth and optimism Lily brought with her, when everything around them is either burning or dieing. It upset some people and sometimes alienated her. The cheerful elf in a band of solemn hunters... She was always the outcast. She entered the tent gingerly, gracefully as an elf could be.

She sat beside the group, sitting her bow beside her so it wouldn't be uncomfortable, and accepted the tea with both hands. "Again, sorry about earlier," She said, cheer slowly returning to her voice. She could not stand to be shy or melancholy for long. She looked into the tea and inhaled the aroma. Memories of the forests and her hunting band returned and she smiled... "Just like home..." She commented before taking a sip. The liquid slid down her throat slowly, enjoying each and every second of it. The taste was sweet, with just a tiny bite of bitterness and tang.

"Reminds me of the forests we traveled in..." She admitted before glancing at the Deep Human... "Oh! I'm sorry, I don't think I've introduced myself. My name is Liliana Bloodleaf. Lily, please," She added, followed by a sweet smile. So far, these two seemed to be kind and gracious enough... Something you wouldn't expect in something called the Blackguard. Really, one would expect a bunch of muscle-bound creatures with a bloody gleam in their eye and a wish to kill everything in sight... Sorta like that fellow with the scars...

"Oh! Yes, it is indeed excellent tea. Nothing like the 'water' you would usually find." She belatedly agreed with the Deep Human. She was trying to hide the fact that she never really had much tea before. Just what she could swipe or brew herself... Which always ended up tasting like mud. "I used to have tea like this in my old hunting clan," An innocent lie, "At least... Until we got.. Separated," She said, mulling over the right word choice for a moment. She still wasn't completely sure that was the right word... Words like 'left' and 'abandoned' came to mind instead.

She looked at her two companions... An odd bunch surely. A Deep Human, a Male Harpy, and an Elf. All brought together just to simply survive. It shouldn't be like this. They all should be in their homes. Her in her forests, the Deep Human in his caves, and the Harpy atop cliffs and peak. Every last thing was threatened and every day the outlook turned darker and darker... It took a strong person to smile in these times... She stared into her tea, herself steeping his her thoughts.