Moonspear Don't let the sun go down on me

"They might be of a different opinion, were you to ask them," Lele shot back and grinned at him again. "And I think that if you surveyed the mountain goat lady population, they might not find you particularly attractive either. No horns, no beard and that long tail of yours - ugh!" she feigned disgust, but there was unbridled laughter in her eyes ant tone. "But I have heard that the greatest test of any true bard is to charm one's way into having other species dote on them. So - unless you spring around this autumn with a flock of ladies or unless I see horned-wolves parading all over Moonspear next spring - I will consider you not accomplished enough," another joke. 

"How has life been treating you?" she asked next, kind of hoping that he descended on a level ground so that she did not have to strain her neck in order to get a sight of him.