[Natsunaine]

For the first time today, Melissa smiled with the most sincerity she could muster, It was nice knowing that some Templar had heart. "Well, First I would like to thank you for saving me, I could have met a horrible fate out there, Though I am sure your intentions were more towards getting information and repaying a debt than anything."

Melissa took a moment to take a breathe and look around the room, She reached through the cell, only to meet the darkened gaze of the elf sharing the room with her. "Calm down grump, I am grabbing a candle.." She giggled as she pulled one of the candles that lit the elf's half of the room through the cell bars.

"How, am I going to tell a story and show you things, with no good light, every story needs a campfire right?" She giggled as she sat on the floor and placed it next to her signaling the other to sit with her, the other did so as asked but not before scowling and offering his attitude in exchange.

"Look, Its going to be a long story and I don't want to hear you whimpering about your legs hurting, Now shut up, Sit straight and listen" As the women started off a giggle she playfully dropped her hands to her knees and looked at the man dead in the eyes. "So, Where should I start how about your first question?"

The women looked up to the ceiling as if she were looking for the right words to speak. "First of all, I should tell you when I was young, I ran away once from the circle, I was naïve and immature, and adventurous, I found my self upon a forest, and spent what felt like years, but in reality was only a few days searching for food and water.. "

The women began to shiver as tears fell down her face, It was almost as if she had mental put herself back into that same situation once more. "I was young, I didn't know...I stumbled upon one of the small Dalish villages, The ones whom shun humans and anything to do with them, and back then.. I had just learned how to cloak my tail, So you know what I looked like.."

The women paused trying to get the courage to talk.. "Without warning, without even a cause, I was attacked arrows flying at me at high speeds. I thought for sure I was dead, but then, this wolf grabbed me by the ankle and took me swiftly yanked me up. threw me on to her back and swiftly towards a nearby river where we were safe."

A small beautiful smile engulfed her face as she reminisced of this part of the story. "That was the day, I met the witch of the wilds, The beautiful Morrigan.." She looked over and giggled at the elf who was looking at her with a impatient stare. "I warned you this was going to be a long story, and I still haven't answered your second question!"

The women took a deep breathe before continuing. "Anyways, To my shock, The wolf transformed into this beautiful women, She sheltered me fed me, and showed her affection to me, She told me stories and how she herself was a run away, and though I tried to hide it, She eventually found out I was a mage, and with the goal of getting me home. Day by day she worked to teach me the ability to change my form, She showed me many forms, for a small field mouse to a huge dragon as you saw before.. "

Once again the women paused for a breath. "Don't worry I am almost done." She giggled and patted his legged through the cell bars. "Eventually, I learned enough about her skill to turn myself into a bird, and I flew home, Ever since that Day I have longed to meet her again, To show her how much I have grown and how strong I am.."

Melissa smiled and looked to the elf who was giving her a surprised look, She wasn't exactly sure how to take it... "As for the second question, I will try to keep it short, Around these lands there used to live a race, A race of half human half fox, We are known as the Foxkin, We bare the tail and fangs of the fox, but the natural look of a human.. My race was slaughtered during the peak of the fade demons, though to be the demons in disguise..."

She frowned as a tear slid down her face. " As far as I know I am the last of my kind, All I remember is being an Orphan in the circle and Templar Olaf as my father..." She giggled and laughed a bit thinking of her fathers face. "He was a nice gentle Templar, Maybe you have heard of him... um.." The women paused and looked to the ceiling. "What can I call you anyways? I mean I suppose I could keep calling you point ears..."