Mar 3, 2017
Ethereal
Written with permission from Ileerea’s player. [ @eriene ]
“Do you love him?”
Ileerea blinks at the gruff elf. “Who?” Faolan nods at the distant figure of the ethereal.
“Him.”
She feels herself turn hot at once. “I—don’t—”
The armorsmith grins lopsidedly, one dimple displaying on his vein-riddled face. “Thought I’d seen it all. Been alive for too long.” Before she can deny or defend herself against his accusations, he turns away and leaves on his clunky steps.
That night Ileerea studiously avoids looking at Samaad. If he notices her flushed face, he mercifully makes no comment.
