Lost Creek Hollow the black hills, the colly

Il piacere è mio, is her response, red-nosed and joyfully relieved her gift had not been taken for granted, however small it may be. Despite this, there is an aura of caution around the woman now known as Silvertongue, or maybe the stench of jealousy. Wren furrows a brow at that; it was an instinctually woman thing to be given that catty, sharp-edged look, one that did not match friendly words that came from a smiling mouth. But still, never before in her life had she experienced it. She wasn't exactly a paragon of the male gaze. 
It's alright, If she had hands, she would have exaggeratedly made a 'so-so' motion with dazzling fingers. Akavir and Arric are nice enough. Haven't really gotten the chance to get to know 'em. I guess I came at a weird time, with that, she slumps into a sit. heard you guys have been dealing with some, uh, girl named Almalexia? Her shoulders move in a shrugging motion; nonchalant, as if it were everyday girl-talk. Akavir's got a real stick up his ass about it.