Salvar was dangerous for the likes of her? Celandine almost laughed.

"The world is full of elves, dwarves and humans. One more faun won't hurt. Besides," she stuck out her tongue at him, patting away her purchases, "I'm half human thank you."

Turning her head she pointed to her rounded ears, completely unable to wiggle them unlike her mother. And her horns were barely horns at all - just small little nubs that would be the shame of her homeland. Mostly she hid them under the fuzz of her hair, not wishing to make anything of them. After all they were nothing to her mother's huge curling ram horns.

She straightened and set her hands on the strap of her bag. "No, I am decided. I am mature enough and ... Well mature enough is good enough for me. I will go to Salvar. You are welcome to come, if you like."

She smiled. "A travelling companion might be nice. It can't be too dangerous there, surely."