Krynn went quiet at his warning, afraid to try the stranger's patience any more, although she continued to stubbornly squirm and test her bonds as she floated along behind him. With her arms bound across her back, there wasn't much she could do, but that didn't stop her from trying to pick away at the spell bit by bit. His skills were leagues above hers, however, and trying to understand his magic was like trying to read a book in a foreign language. Her concentration was broken as he spoke again, causing her to jolt guiltily in her floating harness. He was looking at her again, a questioning light in his eyes, but she was hesitant to answer for a brief moment. She was nobody famous, but if he divulged her illicit travels to those in the Greenwoods, she could be in for a world of trouble.<br/><br/>For a minute, it seemed as if she wasn't going to answer, as despite her fear, the sprite remained stubbornly silent. After a moment, she seemed to give in, dropping her head with a sigh.<b> "It's Krynn."</b>He already had<i>her</i>, and escape was beginning to seem unlikely. Hiding her name wasn't going to do much good if he could turn her in whenever he pleased. A slight buzz of magic in the air made her glance up again in time to see a cottage materialize before them, seemingly out of thin air. While obviously old, it seemed well-maintained, but whether through labor or magic she wasn't sure. She was floated through with the stranger elf following behind, the door opening and shutting of its own accord. Krynn yelped as her body pitched downwards, but the bindings gently set her feet back on the floor. They did not loosen, however, preventing her from making a dash for the door. She could only stand there as he circled her, suppressing a shiver at the way his eyes roamed over her. She suddenly struck with the vision of a fly entangled in the web of a spider, helpless and immobile while it crept closer. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and she flinched as he took hold of her chin, the motion gentle but authoritative. He was the one in charge here. She tried to hold his gaze, moreso out of fear than stubborness, but after a while she was forced to glance away, swallowing nervously.<br/><br/>She wasn't going to be harmed, he finally decided, prompting a relieved breath from the sprite, but she wasn't going anywhere either. Considering that the normal protocol for finding trespassers, on either side of the border, was to be slaughtered on the spot, she had gotten off rather well, but she certainly didn't like the idea of being a captive. He introduced himself as Tavoth, and at his next words, the sprite's blue-green eyes widened.<b>"But that's--the great war was <i>centuries</i> ago!" </b>He had to be lying, surely. She had known that elves lived a long time, but that seemed difficult to believe.<br/><br/>Get to know eachother? What did he...oh.<br/><br/><i>Uh oh.<br/>
</i><br/>A small<i>eep</i>of fear escaped the sprite as she tried to lean backwards, away from that suave grin.<b>"I'm...not at all sure what you're implying,"</b>she squeaked out, even though that wasn't entirely true. She did have an idea as to what he was referring to, she just hoped that she wasn't right.