Emberflame Ridge and they were roommates

The only proper guidance Mallaidh had growing up is the teaching of Eske and the art of battle. She learned from the best and fought with the best. When it came to girls? Ha. When it came to girls flirting with her? Double ha. Ha ha. When it becomes mostly obvious to very obvious, her ears twitch upon her head a little before  angling ahead and finding herself speechless in the wake of… that. Feelings were never that easy to understand and she’s never been the flirty type. All the cute girls she’s approach is met with awkwardness and as of late, treating them poorly for her selfish need to run away.
 
“Me?” she asks, stunned, before she turns away and admits how good of a date spot this was. Was it? Flittering eyes dart around and she doesn’t know what to make of it. “Don’t you have to… like, ask someone out on a date beforehand?” Isn’t that how it worked? She and Blixen never really had that and how is she supposed to ask someone out? Besides, “I’m pretty sure I could find a better spot. I’ve got haunting memories of falling in this place, I don’t know why,” she muses, turning away and awkwardly looking anywhere but at Saarthal.
 
That’s… totally how you flirt.