how simple it was now for her to slip away. they claimed hooves were not fit for sneaking, but euanthe found ways. in most cases, it had all been due to intrigue and an unintentional misstep or two. one moment she had guards on either side of her and the next she was caught up in a rowdy crowd of chattering merchants and patrons. it would not be the first time, and it would surely not be the last. she was very capable of caring for herself. should they ever end up apart, they would find their ways back to one another. there was not a worry in the shaman’s heart for them all. they would manage whilst their fascination carried them .
curiosity glints beneath the surface of wandering eyes as she garners a feel of the atmosphere. soft lightning but with a warm, inviting bustle of life. how she missed such splendid gatherings of people. between the relaxing mood of the place and the sweetened drink in her hand, euanthe found herself all-smiles. lithe fingers pluck a lone cherry waiting patiently atop a neatly folded napkin and pop it carelessly into her mouth. it was not unexpected for one unfamiliar with the tastes to be drawn into it. cherries were a familiar treat to her, having been a delicacy and reagent for water-breathing in nagrand. how different they tasted without their enchantment and deeply soaked in alcohol. her tongue flicks against the inside of her cheek as she plays around with the stem tossing about in her mouth. eventually she pulls it out, tied neatly without much effort, and sits it back on the napkin. it is only then that she feels the sweet palette in her mouth change with the taste, and her eyes settle on the cherry still sitting perfectly atop the surface of her drink .
confusion grasps at her expression as her attention turns to the nightborne not too far from her. she finds him staring, as if it had been his intention to speak with her up until she had unwittingly snatched the fruit he had no doubt been saving from his own drink. a sheepish look masks an ever-growing apologetic smile as the realization begins to settle in .
❝ i am so sorry!! i did not mean to take your cherry. ah, forgive me for being so inattentive ... ❞
her voice skips just enough for her to avoid offering her own out of instinct. though it is difficult, she keeps respectful eye contact in hopes the other would not be too put off by her unwittingly brazen action . / @verosmoonshine - starter call. ♥
