ಠ_ಠ - For Saethy :>
Afternoon came and went in Silvermoon without much to hold Halayn’s attention. He had wandered around several shops in the Bazaar while he waited for repairs to be made to a suit of his armor. The damage was slight, only a few warped dents suffered in a sparring match that played through Halayn’s head as he stepped out of a shop and paused under its crimson awning. There had to be something to do.
He shifted his stare from a passing broom to one fair elf seated on a bench placed between sculpted topiary and one twisted tree. White hair, a youthful face, and a slim frame gave this elf a more fragile appearance, something like that of a bookish caster, Halayn thought with another once over. It took a second glance to discern that this elf was, in fact, a he with particularly pretty features not uncommon to their kind. It was only the purplish makeup dusted over the fair elf’s eyes that had first thrown him.
He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes in a more thoughtful study of this dolled up fellow, and though elves like this were not quite to his taste, he was curious enough to spin a few theories about this one.
“I bet he’s the type to wear ladies’ laces and frills underneath all of that.”
The corner of Halayn’s lips curved up in the peculiar amusement that image brought, and though he wandered a few steps out from under the shade of a store awning, he did not move toward the elf.
“Maybe some other time.”
