...Mistral...
(ooc:
Awwww yeah... Hey wait, are you gonna pull him into a closet too?
Larry's kind of pre-occupied with the tickling match of the century, so you might have to settle.)
~Silas' lips were pursed tightly as he walked along. You could see the faint patch of crimson grow a bit as you trecked through the warm forest. He started to hum absent-mindedly as the two of you walked along.~ "Hmm hmm hmmm..." ~His soft voice on the air sent you straight to cloud nine. Suddenly his melody stopped and his gaze snapped to you.~ "So eh... Where're you from, um Miss?"