Elora watched Dherune's mannerisms with an acute eye, taking note of the way he held himself and spoke.<span style="font-style: italic"> A very polite elf, indeed,</span>she thought to herself as she watched him reach for the owl. Her eyes widened momentarily as he began speaking in his native tongue. She had never heard elvish before, but it had to be one of the most beautiful things she had every heard, much like a lyrical whisper in the wind. Elora felt herself getting lost in her dreams, and quickly snapped out of it and hardened her gaze.<br/><br/>Measter Aevor nodded enthusiastically when parchment and quill were requested. "Oh yes, indeed I can fetch some. I hope the parchment is not rudimentary for your taste, I make it myself, you see, and it is a rather long process that-" The Maester continued on as he led Dherune back to his cluttered office and cleared a space for him to sit and write.<br/><br/>As the two left the nesting room, Elora lingered back and peered out one of the windows. The towns folk were still busy moving corpses, mostly of orcs, and cleaning up the mess created in the brief skirmish.<span style="font-style: italic"> Thank the gods nothing worse had come of it</span>she thought, sighing out loud as she turned and helped herself out of the office. She decided to wait outside, leaning over and resting her elbows on the stone that lined the stairs. It was a fairly nice day, the sun now beaming down with hardly a cloud in sight, accompanied by a small, cool breeze. A desire to saddle up and ride out into the fields overcame her, but she quickly dismissed it. Before long the door behind her opened and she jolted up, quickly curtsying in response to his apologetic bow.<br/><br/>"It was of no consequence, it simply gave me a chance to dwell in my thoughts for a moment." She watched as he gestured for her to lead on, so she turned and started down the stairs. Elora kept her pace slower than usual so that she could potentially give herself more time to work up the courage to speak to Dherune in more than just courtesies. When they reached the bottom and both were back on land, she allowed herself to walk side by side, her hands now clasped behind her back in a pensive yet shy manner.<br/><br/>"Sir Dherune," she started, clearing her throat gently as it felt like it was beginning to close in on her, "I hope you are not offended by any of my manners or my forwardness, as it is certainly not meant in that way, it's just I have never met an elf before and quite simply I am incredibly curious about you." Elora felt the heat rush to her face and quickly looked down, embarrassed and almost ashamed of her bluntness. "I was hoping," she continued, her voice quieting, "that perhaps we may take a stroll after you rest, or that I ride out with you to the borders of our land to see you off, so that I may converse with you for a bit longer." The heat only intensified in her face, despite them having been walking in the shadows cast by the stone walls of the castle. Elora fought internally for just a moment before she dared to look up and over at Dherune, waiting for a response.