Annisthyrienne
Drive-by mischief maker
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The Wolfling reaches the deck and espies the Elves, together. Pretty Thyri, gorgeous glad. Her feet lead her ever onward, but not until she stops by them, brushing soft full lips over pointed ear tips, strong, small fingers lingering on the backs of supple necks.
I won't interrupt, but I want, nay needed, to say hello.
She moves off, deeper into the Outlook, heading for the bar and solitude.
*A welcoming smile for Luna graces my lips, a shiver of pleasure tickles through me at her touch.
Good evening to you, Luna. Would you like some chocolate mints?