At the end of her song, The'ara demurely lowered her eyes. The song was over, but she was still caught up in its afterglow--and she wasn't quite ready to meet Chezlar's eyes.
Giddy with nervousness, she set her lute aside once more. She needed a refill, though a bottle of wine was preferred. Looking around,she hoped to catch the attention of one of the Green Heart's staff. There was a man talking to the sooty elf. He gave her a cursory glance. Galain, she believed Chelzar had said his name was. She waved and raised her goblet shyly, hoping he would take the hint, and not, that she was toasting him. The thought almost made her laugh again.
Need Help? Contact: feedback @ bardicweb.com
All Bardic Web logo images are the exclusive property of Bardic Web Inc. and not to be
reproduced or used for any purpose without written permission. ®2016 Bardic Web