Re: Fire and Shadow (Dreana/DeMatt)
Crossing into the grove, Alisa feels a tug on her pack, the chainmail inside rattling, almost as if the iron within was being halted... but the feeling passes, and she continues walking. Her eyes alight on the various High Fey first, and she can't help ogling the barely-dressed ones. Her skin looks SO smooth... he looks a little wiry... that one - is it a he or a she? - has laugh lines and just the right amount of padding... I wonder if he'd like a bedmate? No, no, no, Gab's busy just outside somewhere!
Seeing the two plates, Alisa moves over to the table, letting her pack down beside it. Then she picks up a plate, marvelling at its light and airy craftsmanship, and starts picking out things that seem tempting, trying to get small portions of every item present. Familiar, unfamiliar, it's unlikely that she'd get to taste such a feast again, and a student's habit of eating anything cheap encourages her to fill her plate to the brim.
Her selections made, she moves over next to Geralt, nervous about trying to introduce herself to any of the High Fey, already munching on a slice of peach.
Crossing into the grove, Alisa feels a tug on her pack, the chainmail inside rattling, almost as if the iron within was being halted... but the feeling passes, and she continues walking. Her eyes alight on the various High Fey first, and she can't help ogling the barely-dressed ones. Her skin looks SO smooth... he looks a little wiry... that one - is it a he or a she? - has laugh lines and just the right amount of padding... I wonder if he'd like a bedmate? No, no, no, Gab's busy just outside somewhere!
Seeing the two plates, Alisa moves over to the table, letting her pack down beside it. Then she picks up a plate, marvelling at its light and airy craftsmanship, and starts picking out things that seem tempting, trying to get small portions of every item present. Familiar, unfamiliar, it's unlikely that she'd get to taste such a feast again, and a student's habit of eating anything cheap encourages her to fill her plate to the brim.
Her selections made, she moves over next to Geralt, nervous about trying to introduce herself to any of the High Fey, already munching on a slice of peach.