Snippet #2442815

Fedelia searched his face, fingers still clenching lightly onto her drink. She smiled at him, just smiled, and very coyly. The cute, if cheesy flirt seemed to tickle her. She brought up her hand to comb her fingers through her hair, over her shoulder, pulling at a ringlet at the end. She seemed so flattered she could only mouth a thank you.

When Hatchet stared over toward the steps, Fedelia's looked in the same direction, curious as to what he was thinking. She had only just begun taking in the sights around her, how everything was carved from crystal and light. She wondered how the place even came to be. What kind of construction workers or force of magic worked to create such a building?

The elf turned back to him, suddenly, as he addressed her. She seemed hesitant, at first, even pausing to take his hand halfway into the gesture, but after a moment of thought, she slid her hand into his.

"Show me," she purred.