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"Dim indeed," Sachi answered, shifting so he could lean on the sill with out having to prop his chin on her knee. After a minute she asked, "Do you think they'll come? The others?" She wanted to know what he thought. Whether he seriously believed that it would happen in their lifetimes. Her Master had, and she thought she believed him, but... Doubt still remained.
She doubted that the pointy-eared fellow could dispel it, but it was worth a try. Besides, if they were going to fight together, they might as well get to know one another (the touchy girl aside).

She blinked at him. "L-" She stopped herself, remembering he wasn't another of the Master's students who liked to mess with her (and therefor got messed with back.) "I'm a little bored, but more importantly, we're going to have to work together--probably fight together-- and I'd druther know my sheild-mate than have a stranger at my back. Shall I go on?" She inquired. He'd gotten the relatively short answer. She had more reasons waiting, but figured she spare his funny ears unless he asked. (When the mood was on her she could chatter a person's ear off.)

She looked at him with an eyebrow raised. For a long minute she said nothing then, in a polite, confused voice, "What?" To be honest, she had no idea what what he'd said had to do with anything she'd said, or what had been said before. "I'm afraid I don't follow."

((and I really don't))

"Odd way to say 'yes'..." She murmured, then shrugged. "You asked for it, so no hitting me if it drags on to long, just say stop or something. Okay?" She eyed him warily. She knew a number of people who would smack her upside her head when a list dragged on to long, rarely though it happened, it had led to some interesting fights. "But as a general rule, it's good to know your companions, and their strengths, weaknessess, what offends them, and what pisses them off so you can avoid doing it-- or do it on purpose, depending. Also, I'm more curious than kittens at times, and I've never met a single person with pointed ears- which makes you an instantly intriguing person, which means figuring out how you think and what your like, which would give me a hint, if only a hint, at what your people are like.
"And, too, I've been travelling for a couple of weeks with no more than the occasional caravan or merchant train for company, and am rather tired of not having anyone who cares about something other than weather, money, or materials to talk too. That other girl hit you and you scarcely responded, and you're clearly at least partially military- you've got the bearing. And I like learning stuff, which means studying: books or people or objects, it doesn't matter which. You're people, and available at the moment, unless you've got something better to do than talk? You did look kind of bored."

"Sachi." She replied. "I'm Sachi. And I thought elves were myths. At least... They are in Sentou--my homeland. And only a foot tall, and can't stand Ash and Rowen." She tilted her head and peered at him. "Pardon my saying so, but you don't look a foot tall." She smiled, her tone friendly and matter of fact, but quiet, not really a murmur, he heard her clearly, but anyone who wasn't within two feet of them wouldn't hear. "But," she held up a forestalling hand for a moment, "you don't seem to care for that subject, so I'll drop it if you'd prefer." She dropped the hand and watched him through orbs of a strange violet shade.

He made her smile, but then she leaned back, eyes glazing slightly as she remembered, thinking about her home.
"Hot." She said finally, simply. Then grinned and elaborated. "It was always hot. Where I lived it was dry, too, but while I was travelling I saw forests, giants would be dwarfed in them the trees were so big. It rained every day in there, but around my Master's training center, where I grew up, it rarely rained. We went months between seeing raindrops. The gardens had cacti, and small shrubs. And lots of chilis. Nothing like your home, but beautiful in its own way. We got storms of lightning, sometimes. No rain, just lightning." She smiled, eyes focusing again. "You can tell I like my homeland, can't you? I missed it once I left." Sachi looked out the window with a look of pointed disgust. "At least when it did rain, the water had the deceny to come in drops, not buckets. I'd never seen that much water until I got here." But her grin was back, indicating that she wasn't really disgusted with the rain, simply playing to exagerate an emotion. "So where did you learn to fight? The military? Or did you already know how? And what weapon are you best with?"

"I use a spear, but as a combat weapon, not casting, though I could throw it, if I had to. I was trained to the naginata, or Glaive, and that's how I use my spear. I know a number of martial arts, bows--crossbow, long and short bow, recurves-- knife fighting, I can hold my own with a sword, though I won't be happy about it. Whips, chains, the list goes on. Just... Don't ask me to wear the clank they call armor, weild a lance, or deal with sheilds. I never got the hang of the last two, and if you stick me in the first, it's as good as putting the nails in my coffin." She shuddered. "Besides, those things are stifling."
She grinned at him. "And the chili wasn't that hot. My friends would call it downright mild." She fell silent for a second, then asked in a perfectly innocent voice that wasn't contrived, "Who is Rel O'llewyind?"

"Theory of thought..." She repeated, thinking it over and seeing how it fit his description. "Interesting."
"And in answer to your question: long distance running with packs of weights." She grinned, not saying that the dish really had been mild, at least, by her tastes. He wouldn't want to try what she thought spicy. "My Master made us do it to build up our endurance, so I can travel pretty far in one day if I pace myself. And I did try pole arms, most of them are to heavy to be useful for me. I never could get used to the lead core." The faintest blush rose on her cheeks. She hated it when she was bad at anything, and that the heavier weapons were hard for her was just embarrasing. The guys could spin them around without so much as a second thought, but even after trying for two years she couldn't handle them as well as half the novices, and certainly not on par with the guys. It wasn't fair, she thought, but at least when given a lighter weapon she could trounce them in the time it took to say 'down and out.'