Ravenshook Cliffs kind of mood that you wish you could sell

ford had made some sort of impression upon her-- but dalia was impressionable, so velen did the same thing. it was no fault of the freckled pearl, simply a sheltered life away from anyone who wasn't family. how was she to know any different now? she remembered everything her mother told her, but it was different to actually be in the real world. she knew she wasn't supposed to fall for every man that looked her way, or even give them the time of day. but here she was, staring doe-eyed at velen as he told her all the wonderful things she'd longed to hear her whole life. but, wasn't he looking back at her the same way?

her ears pricked in surprise as their moment ticked away and velen mentioned a fort... that she wasn't allowed in! catching quickly onto the new road their interaction was driving on, she shifted where she laid. "well that's too bad," dalia huffed, faux upset by the exclusivity of his fort, turning her chin up and away from him towards the ocean, "but i'm building my own fort, and it'll be much better than yours anyhow." a fort would be nice, actually, but dalia found the idea of a den in the cliffs much more appealing. she missed hougeda.