Northstar Vale tequila mockingbird

She longed for composure but watched as the fae exposed soft flesh and lifted trembling paw as if to take a step towards her then lowered it into the snow again, keeping herself grounded, unsure of what to do. She was not the type to flirt or become so quickly mesmerized. "Your people?" Her voice little more than a murmur. Her curiosity was piqued -- "Who are your people?" she asked. Andromaque knew little of the world beyond Courtfall. She sat down where she stood, feeling cold snow against her, fire within her still burning even as cold seeped into her bones.