<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/3/3c/Brennisen.jpg/478px-Brennisen.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Brennisen Miller.<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Ranger.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, Evening.<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Idle Boar Inn common room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone.<br/><strong>Content Warning: </strong>None.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>His voice was soft spoken, gentle, and his smile seemed to her to be radiant.  She was sure her cheeks were flashing as red as a cardinal, judging from the heated flush she felt in them.  But when he took her hand and put his piece in it, all she could do was look up into his eyes like a lost little girl.<br/><br/>When she could finally tear her gaze away from his face, it was just in time to discover that the pieces of metal had come together just as perfectly as the two pieces Kirien had joined.  Brennisen grinned in amazement and with the pride of Enastril's praise at her suggestion.  That he may have been patronizing her slightly never got through the haze created by his flirtation to register in her mind.  Here was a beautiful high elf man who seemed to be flirting with<em>her!</em>He wasn't being condescending or stuffy, or critical of her bloodline.  He was just holding her hand and smiling at her.  'By the Gods,' she thought, 'How can a man be so pretty?'<br/><br/>Then something that Yesqwyn was saying drew her attention.  Something about a mage wielding a sword and knowing how to use it.  Brennisen wasn't sure she quite got the reference, but she suspected it had something to do with sex.  She couldn't help the glance she stole at Enastril, her eyes slipping down just for a moment to his 'sword' before she quickly looked away, busying herself with a long draught of cider from her tankard....<br/><br/>....Which she nearly choked on when Eferhild mentioned her preference for a lass with a clean quim and a talented tongue.  The young ranger almost did a spit take.  Fortunately for everyone at the table, it was only back into her tankard of cider.  As Eferhild went on relating the tale of the twins' tails in the hayloft, the half-elf girl wondered why it was getting so warm in the room.  She tore her gaze away from the human fighter in an effort to disguise how the woman's words affected her.  Her gaze settled on Kirien, and images of being in a hayloft with her flashed through her brain.  She issued a little 'mewlp' sound as she twitched on her seat, wondering what a talented tongue would feel like, and just where she might be licked.  She wondered if she dared to ask Eferhild about it later when there weren't so many ears to hear her questions.<br/><br/>Then the pretend row between the dwarf Taavia and Pansy the halfling drew her attention from her thoughts, and any attention that others at the table might have been paying to her were blessedly redirected.<br/><br/>