Duskfire Glacier Like you imagined

Lane actually had no idea where she was going with that, which was a huge reason it took her roleplayer so long to reply to this thread. She was flying by the seat of her pants, just throwing things against a wall to see what stuck. All she knew was, she was enjoying this. She was enjoying this conversation, this guy, just.. this. She would say whatever it took to keep him here, because it felt like it had been absolutely ages since she actually enjoyed herself. Like offering crack to an addict, the playfulness in his last question stoked her craving. God, she needed this. 

"Of course in a good way," she insisted coyly, laughing. "It's just something about you," she explained, although her statement hadn't really explained much of anything at all. "He's just very... Issorartuyok." Still clear as mud. Why couldn't she find the right word for it? Lane laughed at herself. 

"Like.. --not that I would-- but if I tried to flirt with Issorartuyok, I don't think it would even compute. I think he would just be confused." His way of being, his language, his mannerisms-- all of it was incredibly straightforward, with no room for subtleties. Lane had imagined that this was just the way Issorartuyok was brought up; he seemed to have it in common with other northern men. But Tuuluuwaq seemed to have more dimensions, despite presumably having the same upbringing.

"Somehow, I don't think you would miss it." The flirting, that is. One edge of Lane's mouth quirked in amusement, and her eyes danced impishly.