<b>Allassiel stopped at his offer, desire to test out the sword clearly written in her eyes. At his comment, she let loose a laugh and strode back to where he stood. “You seem to forget that elves are quite strong,” she chuckled and accepted the sword hilt, taking several steps back before she swung it back and forth, testing its weight. “The hilt is solid, and it's lighter than I expected.” She moved it from hand to hand, testing, before she nodded. “It balances well.” <br/>
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After making her cursory inspection, she headed back to the training dummies and selected one that was still mostly intact. Taking stance once more, she gave the sword a couple of practice swings before stepping forward with a yell. The dummy's head went flying, landing several paces away with a dull thud as she stood there smiling. “This is a fine blade,” she announced, turning and returning to Thorgan, holding the hilt out for him as he'd done just moments before. “Your people learned much. I would much wish to visit your home and learn how it was made.”</b><br/><br/><br/><b>Pegawen listened as Lotharn spoke, finding wisdom in his words as well. Before she could respond, however, she found her mouth covered by his in a long, deep kiss that left her trembling against him as she responded with equal passion. Pressed against him, she could feel the proof of his desire against her stomach, lending fuel to the flames igniting within her. <br/>
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When he lifted his head and suggested they return to the rooms, she nodded and backed out of his arms, before unwrapping the cloak and handing it to him. Looking around, she spotted the dress and quickly put it back on, before grabbing the slippers up in one hand and offering the other to Lotharn.</b>