The passive use of air magic to prevent droplets of rain from soaking her like a wet animal was already making Ève feel incredibly tired in spite of her best efforts to maintain her energy. To say the least, The diminutive dancer-mage was utterly relieved when she spotted a cave just behind a nearby waterfall. All she would need to do to pass through the waterfall while staying dry was exert one last push with her air magic against the falling water so that she could enter the natural structure and recuperate before covering the last few miles to Sirithell when it was dry.

With a deep intake of air, Ève closed her eyes and slowly began to gyrate her hips in a circular fashion in order to facilitate the flow of vikta through vikta throughout her curvaceous form. Suddenly, her magic manifested itself above her as a powerful torrent of air pushed upwards against gravity to repel all objects that sought to fall upon her from above. The mage passed through the waterfall untouched by the falling water before abruptly releasing the spell with a deep gasp of exhaustion.

Ève was a very young mage and her ability to maintain an ample supply of vikta was not yet developed to a strong extent. Even casting a few mundane spells in quick succession was enough to tire her out. As such, the short-statured mage let herself drop to the floor in a controlled fall so as not to hurt herself. However, upon glancing at her surroundings within the cave, Ève realized that she had stumbled upon someone's home and that she was in fact, a guest.

"Oh, gosh...I'm such an idiot..." The dancer-mage muttered softly to herself. As far as she could see, the cave's inhabitant was not home. However, she didn't want to surprise whoever it was by looking like a thief caught in the act. To that end, Ève laid back down on the cold and hard ground near the entrance to the cave. Then, she closed her eyes and waited for whoever lived within the cave to arrive...

"Oh please, take your time!" The dancer-mage replied softly after the blonde elf woman addressed her unexpected presence. "I'm in no rush and I'm fine." She added in a futile manner before the elf disappeared behind the curtains.

It didn't take long for her host to return, clad within a comfortable-looking dress and walking with purpose in her stride. The woman's hospitality was almost unexpected to Ève given the odd circumstances of her arrival into her home. However, Ève didn't question her generosity as she was wrapped in a warm fur blanket and given a hot cup of tea before being settled into a soft bed. She worked so quickly that Ève could hardly keep track of her movements, though her own exhaustion from holding a spell for more than four hours didn't help the acuity of her senses. Before long, the elf had seated herself on the floor next to the bed, with her attention solely focused on the exhausted dancer-mage lying down before her.

"Umm...the rain." Ève began awkwardly. "Nevermind, uhhh...that was vague. I'm on my way to Sirithell to study magic with an instructor." She clarified as she took a light sip from the warm tea within her hands. "I...have a particular style of casting that...makes it difficult for me to learn from conventional magic instructors. I've been told that the mage I'm meeting practices a similar style of magic that I do, and that I could learn quite a bit from them." She added with a soft smile. "Also, my name is Ève. What's yours?"

"Oh me, oh my!" Ève exclaimed suddenly. "I admit...I've never met a Nymph..." She purred in a bashful tone before taking another sip from her tea. "And you've been here your whole life? Have you ever left, or...perhaps thought of doing so? Have you been to the city?"

Although the woman's appearance had escaped her senses earlier, now that she had a chance to take in Miara's appearance, she immediately saw how strikingly comely the Nymph was. Her long blonde mane seemed soft like silk and her ice-blue eyes were doe-like in their appearance. In contrast to herself, she possessed a slender, yet gracefully curvy form. Elegantly shaped ears angled slightly upward to complete the image of her gorgeous visage. Although Ève had initially mistaken the Nymph for an elf, she quickly realized the folly of her error when she saw the suggestive definition of her delicate collarbones and the slenderness of her shapely neck.

"I'm a mage, yes but...not a very good one, I admit." Ève continued, her lashes fluttering as a distinctive shade of crimson flushed beneath her dark tan features. "I'm more of a...dancer, though I blend magic and dance when I cast my spells." She finished as she adjusted the blanket over her plump figure.

"Do you practice magic yourself?" Ève replied as a glint of curiosity appeared within her gold irises. Knowing that the woman was of a magically attuned species, the mage-dancer wondered if she gleam something from the Nymph regarding magic. She was always trying to improve and develop her magical abilities, even from those as strange to her as Miara. Ève took a deep swig from her tea, which she could sense was growing cooler within her hands. Then, she picked up her travel bag, placed it within her lap, and pulled out six copper pieces before closing the bag and letting it slide back onto the ground.

"Also...I'd like to give you these for your trouble." She extended her hands to the Nymph, with the copper pieces in the palms. Although Ève wasn't sure if the currency was worth much to such a strange and arcane as her, she wanted to demonstrate her gratitude, even if the gift was turned away or refused.