Gilded Bay Blow with the wind

she looked at his brilliant silver-blues as they trailed across her becoming form and allowed her body to shrink beneath his overt probing. it did not make her uncomfortable by itself, but combined with his previous comment where he said things that should've remained fantasy worried her. she wondered if he was as bold with his touch as he was his stare; she wondered if she wanted to stick around long enough to find out.
my mother lived in a forest on the cliffs by the sea, she informs him, and as she looks at him she wonders if he is old enough to be one of the lost souls of donnelaith. it burned down, she told him -- if he confirmed his home did too, perhaps she'd question him.
he asks her if she's alone, and follows it quickly with a query of where her loyalties lie.  my brothers and i are making our claim in the bay, not far from here. she tips her head in that direction, then back to him. what about you; sir? are you? claimed?