As Anavren speaks to her Acea shakes her head as to clear it. Strumming her harp slowly she looks up blinking. "I prefer not to drink while playing, but thank you for the thought," she finally responds after Anavren offers to buy her a drink. When he asks what makes her afraid of horses Acea's laughter is soft, but genuine. "Oh I am sorry I did not mean to give the impression I was afraid of horse, how could I be spending most of my childhood in a centaur village, afterall. I must have mispoken I suppose, I enjoy and like horses, however I have no skill in riding, and riding one would slow me down more than walking on my own feet. I am not afraid of horses at all, I just have no riding skill, and the few times I rode a horse it ended up being faster for me to lead the poor thing than for me to ride it." Smiling a bit Acea returns to her harp and her melodies.
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Looking at Acea you see a small elven female. She has piercing green eyes and deep brown hair. You notice that her eyes never seem to stay still and that she keeps close watch on the harp she has strung over her back.