So, Gentlemen... (Open)

[Wikvaya]

And then there was laughter. It rang through the cavern, bringing it an unnaturally cheerful appearance. The laughter also rang in Wikvaya's ears. That's why he normally didn't like Elven laughter. With her it was alright, because he could tell she didn't laugh all that often. It was slightly heartening, to see that he could tug on her funny bones enough to elicit some response. Usually Elves laughed in a "look at this silliness" way. It was never an all natural genuinely amused thing. More of a compliment to the joke teller. Just rude, really.

It was out of this rudeness (mixed in with a genuine lack of desire) that Wikvaya never mated with anything. Ever. Never had. Never would. For one, noone ever caught his interest enough to be even considered seriously approachable. For another, the act of mating bound you to that person, and to that life. This simple truth both frightened him and repulsed him. Why would anyone want to tie themselves down like that? How would they achieve true freedom with something like that? Wikvaya, personally, didn't know.

But then, this one was pretty good lookin'...

So he decided to reply. "There's a long walk ahead, Dear. I have plenty of time to get where i'm going." Followed by a wink.

And then he squinted, because honestly, that's just what happens when a bright light suddenly flickers to life and your eyes have already gotten used to the darkness. He let out an involuntary grunt of discomfort and rubbed his eyes, trying to get used to the half light now, which was more than usually a pain to get used to. He winced, rubbing his eyes again.

But then she revealed herself proper, and he had to play it off like nothing was wrong.

"Oh indeed? I suppose your hair gave that away." A most illustrious shade of white it was. "Perhaps it wasn't foolish in the Dwarven City, but now we're in the tunnels. You're safe here, for the moment. Never know what's down here, after all."

[Aisling]

"There's a long walk ahead, Dear. I have plenty of time to get where i'm going."

And then there was the wink. Aisling smiled and shook her head.
"Then your in for quite the adventure."

She enjoyed all the double entendre that floated in his comment. Witty and clever. Wikvaya was becoming one of her favorite people. She was actually starting to be live it was a good to travel on foot. She never would've met such a charming sort. She actually wished she would've met him before the Fall. She would've been a little less harsh then, probably more on the mischievous side. Well...her personality didn't change all that much. She just wasn't as expressive as she used to be. She never really was an 'elf'. She was far more expressive, less condescending, and even a bit more jolly. It was just in her nature.

She noticed Wikvaya's discomfort at the sudden burst of light. She of course could've used red light, but that was always just wasn't as natural as the color white. White was the color of her magic. Plain and simple. She dimmed the light a bit, allowing more of the darkness to enter back into the tunnel.

"The white hair runs in the family," Aisling with a small smile, "It was merely a coincidence that I was born with white hair."

Aisling honestly did not beilive it was mere coincidence that she was born with white hair and Faeon white scales. In fact, it merely proved that they were meant to be bonded. Aisling hoped that Faeon would find Farthen Dur on his own and they could reunite there. Or should would have to trek all the way back to the edge Beors. And that did not sound like a very fun journey to have for the second time. Not at all.

[Wikvaya]

"Ah, but the adventure is half the fun. The destination is the other half."

Was it time for the witty banter segment? Wikvaya would be okay with it, but only if it led to romantic seduction afterwards. And it usually didn't. Thus, he resigned himself to simply throwing her another mysterious, charming smile. And once the light died down, his eyes readjusted and, all in all, were better off. He was grateful for this. She really was a generous sort of elf. Then again, most Elves were, but hers was in a good way. Not the kind of way that makes you want to punch them for having the nerve to be so gosh darn nice.

But he was getting something, and it was good.

"But sweety, if you're a rider, then where is your dragon? Is he/she going to Farthen Dur the long way around? Eh, never mind. Whatever it is, it probably pains you to discuss it. Let's just be off."

And then they were off.

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