Dragoncrest Cliffs Brilliance

Merlin was soon lost to details, but he had perfected the look that did not give away him drowning in the oblivion. Instead he kept his expression pleasantly engaged and smiled even at the end of the tale. She had been to many places and the only conclusion he could draw out of this was that she was way older than him. No, it did not come as a surprise, part of Erzulie's appeal was that she was out of his league in many ways, age included, but still. He wished he had just as impressive story to tell in a nonchalant way, but suddenly his run with the bachelor pack did not seem half as exciting as it had been, when he had told about them to Njord. Quite the opposite - he thought that some of the customs he had obeyed would not sit well with this fair lady.

"You found to like this place best," he concluded. "How's this mate thing work between you and Rosalyn? No... in fact... in general. Mateship. How does it work?" he blurted out the next thing that came to his mind and turned his gaze to stare at his paws in embarrassment.