<b><span style="font-size: 18px">Beldabar's Rest</span></b><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px">Ixana peers back into Ivan's dreamy eyes. Willpower has never been her defining quality, and she allows him to lead. As he clearly leans in for a kiss, the young blonde responds, tilting her head as her lips seek his. Her eyes drift closed as she presses into the kiss, mmring softly. Instinctively she moves closer and ... bumps into the edge of the table. </span><br/><br/><i>Oh shit, that was clumsy!</i><br/><br/>Ixana's usually much more fluid than this, but the poor man's tale of woe - and, being totally honest with herself, his charm, his insanely good looks, and of course his kind heart, looking to help out those in trouble - has her blonde little head spinning.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px">Breaking off for a moment, she gives a girlish little giggle. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">"One second!" </span><br/>
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Standing up she sweeps around to his side of the table, briefly considers sitting in his lap. No, people are looking to her as a leader now. She needs to be decisive! Confident. <br/>
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So, very decisively, she offers her hand to Ivan, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">"We will be continuing this discussion in my room, good sir."</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:null">Of course, Ix being Ix, she's forgotten about the gnome working on his craft in their room. But that's totally not her fault, Ivan is distracting!</span></span>