Swiftcurrent Creek elfscript

How was it that this man, who stuttered as though he'd seen a ghost, had come to attract so many female visitors to the border? Maybe it was his docility that allured them, making them feel safe. More than once she'd had to escort a lady friend who'd come to visit, or deliver to him a message from another. She'd expected him to be a suave ladies' man, but perhaps she was simply just that far out of touch with what it was women wanted from a man nowadays anyway. 

He did have pretty eyes. Looking into them was like looking up and seeing two patches of blue sky, in the middle of a sunflower field. 

Her gaze roved past him. The cavern was empty, then, which was a good thing. She glanced over her shoulder- her sleeping spot was calling her- but maybe this place might work just as well, though she found a bit grandiose for her likings. So she moved forward, so she might also peer inside. 

The opening of the rocky cavern was broad enough that several wolves might sit inside, shoulder to shoulder, and watch the rain fall. Poor protection from the wind, she thought, but she moved inside so she could get a better idea of how deep it might get.