Snippet #2589597

Iris giggled and looked up at him. She listened intently as he spoke, her eyes slightly glowing. "I suppose that since I startled you I can at least give you my name. I'll have you know though, I'm no one special. The name is Iris." she then turned back to the view and leaned against the wall, watching as the smoke from his cigarette billowed upwards.

"So, I have answered your question, and I shall return it. Who might you be? I have yet to see your face around town and especially around here. Are you new? Where are you from? Is it beautiful? Oh, I have gotten ahead of myself I should let you answer first." she said giggling, though it was cut short as some of the smoke drifted into her nose and she coughed. "You know that is a very nasty habit." she added waving away.

She watched him after that, to see his answer. She was very intrigued by him, for some reason wanting to know more about him. Then she wondered if he could tell she was older than him, as elvish people did not age the same as others. Maybe he viewed her as everyone else did. A helpless little girl incapable of protecting herself. She wrinkled her nose at the though and brought her thoughts in so she could pay attention to his answers.