Once Cully made it half-way down the ladder and seemed secure enough on his own, The'ara stepped away to give him ample room. She took another sidestep so her back was to him, giving Menelanna her full attention. "So, yes, um, room key, then?"
She looked at Chezlar before her eyes darted over to her unopened bottle of wine that sat waiting for her at their table. Part of her wanted to run upstairs and hide in her room, maybe write some new songs. Her eyes trailed back over to the changeling again. Another part of her wanted to share that bottle of wine with him and stay up talking. He had the potential to be her new muse. And then yet another part of her wanted to invite him upstairs to share that bottle of wine... maybe make some poetry together.
Her breath hitched. He didn't seem the type. Didn't give her any cause to think that was even a possibility. Still, the notion burned in her mind so vividly, it tinged her cheeks.
She looked away and waited for Menelanna to hand over the key and to tell her which room was hers.
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