Sleepy Fox Hollow v. i'm loving your light, vulnerable

A faint smirk of amusement curled her lips seeing the roll of his eyes, her own remaining orb sparkling with delighted mirth at his antics. "Then allow me to be of use," she quipped, bowing slightly, over-exaggeratedly, in a mock curtsy to to point him towards the forest.

As she pads into the treeline, her gaze slides to him almost unbidden - drinking in the pale man. He's really quite attractive, an artistic aspect within murmured traitorously - even in Lirean where the majority of wolves were pallid, she'd not seen such a pure coat of ivory, almost blinding. He was a beast of the north, much like the daughter of Lirean, cloaked in snow with glacial melt for eyes. 

Calm yourself. No matter how handsome, he's still a stranger. 

Her gaze flitted away briefly, a slight shake of her crown dispelling any girlish thoughts as she collected herself with a breath. It returned to him within a heartbeat as another thought struck her. 

"I never caught your name, brother-to-Llyr," Rhælla jokes with a grin, bumping his shoulder good-naturedly. In all their conversation - jesting and bantering like two friends, or at least acquaintances - they'd never once gotten around to introductions.