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As she was regaining the last of her composure, Irinisayn was approached by a handsome young half-elf. He bit his lower lip as he came closer, uncertaintly apparent in his aquamarine eyes. She inhaled deeply and watched him from underneath the shadows of her hood. She could feel the muscles in her shoulders slacken and the corners of her lips twitch upward. Well isn't he cute.
The half-elf was Zared Tahl'las Leafblade, youngest son of the owners of the tavern. He was barely sixteen, tall like his father, and gangly, with whisps of facial hair and big dark eyes. He stammered when he reached her side, a slight squeak to his voice as he began his sentence.
"C-can I get you something, ma'am?"
Quite amused, Irinisayn pulled off her gold pouch and emptied its contents into her palm. She divided out out a small fraction of the currency with her fingers and held it out to the boy.
"What can this get me?"
Zared examined the money and replied, "Uhhh, well... Any drink you like, really, ma'am."
She gave a small chuckle of approval as she handed him the gold, saying, "Get me whatever you like to drink."
The boy nodded hurredly and dashed off toward the bar, the wood floor squeaking under his boots. Irinisayn winced.
[ 01-10-2004, 01:30 PM: Message edited by: Killing Spree ]
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