<strong>Name:</strong>Zed<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Marc, Ayr, Jessamyne<br/><br/>Zed was intrigued by Marc's suggestion, but didn't know what to make of it. Either alternative sounded fun. She was about to answer when Ayr appeared. She was ambivalent toward him. He had too little mystery, but looked like he was smuggling a sausage. That didn't matter much to her, Faeries, of all creatures had an appreciation of size that didn't extend to valuing bigness and disdaining smallness, after all, pixies could be quite dangerous when angry, and they fit well into a purse. Win-win in Zed's book.<br/><br/>She waited until after Marc had proposed to Jess a kind if test before she leaned over to Marc to answer his question.<br/><br/>"Which group of skills would you like me to show?" she asked, "and where should I direct them?"<br/><br/>Her hand slid over onto his lap, sneaking toward his belt, fingers pulling at it slowly and teasingly. One thing that could never be said of her, or most of her family, was that they were shy. Some Fae were, but certainly not those of her variety.