Ivae raised her dark eyebrows at Nimran and Stoat. It was clear enough to her that Nimran was a mage of some sort, being one herself. "Where, um, where are you from, Nimran?" she asked, tuc… (View Post)

"Uh, Ivae is my name. What's yours?" the half-elf responds politely, absently fiddling with the buckles on her right bracer as she did so. Eye-contact was definitely not her forte. (View Post)

Ivae gazed at Stoat nervously. He was furry and small, much in same manner as her father's feline companion. "Nothing personal, but I think I'll pass. I, uh, don't like the texture of fur. Thank… (View Post)

Ivae eyed Stoat warily, her shoulders tensing. Her father had a familiar and she had learned to be cautious of such creatures. "What do you want?" she asked very softly, almost inaudible, t… (View Post)

Ivae does her best to ignore the elf's joyful eating and the corresponding growl of her gut. "It wasn't a real childhood. Children have toys and play games in the streets. I was a vessel for the… (View Post)