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A benign greeting on the air caused a flick of heather ears and the parting of heavy lids that revealed a pair of curious red eyes, seeking the source of yon quiet bidding. His gaze rested upon a sable wraith, standing just past the ring of shadows that would otherwise consume her. Flaris pulled back his ears and neatly inclined his ochre muzzle; though not before noticing that her eyes were two different and equally exquisite colors. "Good evening, madame," the dryad answered, his reserved baritone resonating in the space between them. "I would ask you to join me, if you would have me."