Tellara's face lit up like a child's during wintervale. she liked the blood elf already, more so as he gestured to the object of her affection. had he read her mind? he must have, tellara concluded, and hoped she was right, because things would go a lot smoother if she didn't need to rely on her 'social skills'. with only a quick glance in his direction, and not much heed paid to his adjustment of clothing (which thankfully mystified her) she was already jogging towards the forest, her curves bouncing up and down as rythmically as her stride. only when she reached the edge of the forest did tellara beckon him forth with provocative finger and a quick glimpse of cleavage that was never hidden in the first place. when a notion crossed her mind, she called out finally. "what's your name?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>