Hushed Willows diamond child [festival]

Isleña was not so prepared for the nameless man to return her amusement. She was so used to the hulking, stoic brutes and — while they had their uses and their delights — they were never really that fun. Isleña was a young, fiery thing. Men who could keep up and entertain her with good humor were her true inclination. It was also nice to talk with someone with whom she did not already have so much baggage [already? at 58 posts?]. She didn’t even know his name, and Isleña wasn’t sure she wanted to. That usually spelled bad news for the man in question. 

Isleña cocked her head to one side, trying to take in what the man was saying — but words were hard, and she was pretty sure she had never heard that one before. “Captivate?” she questioned in her thickly accented tone. “What is… ‘captivate’??” The banshee suspected it was a good thing, considering that he was laughing and smiling and moving his tail, all the things one did when they were saying nice things, but one could never be too sure.

Either way, Isleña did not linger upon it. She shrugged her shoulders, letting a bashful stare fall to ground.  “Is good,” she suggested simply. Seagrape gaze, rimmed with thick, dark lashes, swept up to search for his. He was so much taller than her.  “More good — better — maybe soon?” So far, this festival had been about everyone else but her. This man, he offered her something different, and she already liked it.