<div class="floatleft">(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab235/bloodiedporcelain/elcharacterpics/childedit1.jpg)</div><em>Solfiria Character Post</em><br/><strong>Time of day beginning post</strong>: Noonish<br/><strong>Time of day ending post</strong>: Noonish<br/><strong>Location beginning post</strong>: Main street outside Seaside Sal's<br/><strong>Location ending post</strong>: Main street outside Seaside Sal's<br/><strong>Characters currently interacting with</strong>: Corann<br/><strong>GM Intervention Request\Required?</strong>No<br/><hr/><br/>His response to her was almost laughable. Stomping and pouting and fuming like a child denied his treats on his birthday. She was tempted to threaten to put him in a corner until his attitude adjusted, but the tingle that had passed through her fingers was still there and pulsing up her arm as her hand rested on his sculpted bicep. She felt like swallowing hard, and was thankful for her veils as she did so and lowered her hand. As she rubbed her fingers against her thigh through her robes to rid herself of the nearly lightning intense sensations she'd gotten from his touch, she looked down and tried to make sense of what was going on. Touching him had been like touching some kind of intense magic... instinctively, she felt both drawn to and repelled to it... as if one moment she wanted to feel him against her bare skin, and the next she wanted run as far and as fast as she could.<br/><br/>Drawing attention would get her killed... drawing attention always proved to cause difficulties for her... this guy was bound to draw attention... so why wasn't she headed as far away from him as possible? Unable to answer that question, his announcement that if she were taller and good in a fight he'd want her to bed him had left her so stunned she wasn't able to respond at first. Mismatched eyes wide, she stared up at him in silence for a long moment, trying to make sense of what was happening and how she was feeling before she suddenly blinked, snapping out of it. Turning her face away, she frowned and adjusted her veil to be sure her face was hidden. "I'm not diseased," she said, a frown evident in her voice.<br/><br/>"As for adventure... there are those blood elves Sal was talking about. Who knows... kill enough of them, maybe you'll impress the people here enough to give you clothes that are less..." her eyes passed over him, and for a moment they lingered on the broad look of his arms and shoulders... the tight formation of his chest muscles... his thickly corded neck... "...colorful."