Snippet #2657521

Winielle watched the reptile show off his skill and craft. It was quite the show. She even found herself, Oooing, Aahing, smiling and applauding along with the others. When the being ate a fireball, explosions and all, she was genuinely impressed. Not that it took much for her. When he faded into his shop, her golden gaze followed him until he was out of sight.

As she stood and waited for the next show, her eyes slid over to the wall of the shed. Ooh. Oh my. Is he watching me? I thought only Ithilwen was that intrusive. Furrowing her brows she thought for a moment until she smiles and bounced on her toes. Taking a breath she closed her eyes for a just a moment before smiling lightly. There. I should be invisible to him now.

Hmph'ing with a fraction of satisfaction, she turned her attention to the tall and handsome male with an apron on. Her irises glimmered and along with a few other females in the crowd, there was a quiet but definite sigh. He must be one of those Frostarians.. She mused as he displayed his handy crossbow. It seemed very precise, but probably only to a seasoned weapons handler. She could tell he was one, he looked like the military type, or one who liked the sight of blood.