Ravenshook Cliffs kind of mood that you wish you could sell

as he opened his eyes dalia paused with her menacing display of aggression, pulling her head back a few inches to just stare him down. the look that velen had return to her her, pressed inches beneath her, did not go unnoticed. but what did dalia know? she certainly didn't know what the look meant, if anything. dalia's first assumption was that he was merely fake annoyed and staring at her to ensure she knew this. it made sense given the context, and though it sort of made her feel all warm inside, he was moving on in the next moment. dalia had no time to process. 

besides, it seemed every guy she encountered made her feel all warm inside. this was no different, it seemed. 

"yes," she returned, nipping once at his cheek again and then stepping across him like a mere stone and turning to sit facing him on the other side. "i am a ghost myself, remember?" would he even remember such a small comment? "i need more ghosts runnin' around up here with me."