[Malkaer Andares]

Not quite a perfect being where it concerned looks. A vertical scar crossed his left eye from forehead down to his cheek, unsiring his countenance. An elf could hardly be called 'rugged', but for the longlived race Malkaer was certainly one of the less perfect members. Unlike his conversation partner and possible travel companion. Zokia Zora... There was something about her eyes, but it was difficult to tell exactly what. He shrugged it off and focussed on the matter at hand.

Malkaer nodded, he had expected her to accept his offer. The male looked up to the sky, gauging the time and the course the weather might take. No weatherman or druid by far, anyone could tell that the greying of the sky ment snow, lots of it. "We should proceed a bit further into the forest to search a good shelter for that storm." Here in the open they would freeze to death. "If you wish you can ride on Marnair." It seemed like a proper thing to suggest, or maybe he sensed her tiredness intuitively. "Or at least pass your burden over to her." The pale elf nodded at her package.