<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VoMy9La.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Allie<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Half-elf country girl troublemaker<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Country roads, trying to take someone home to the place they belong.  Mid-day.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/>As she listened to his recollection, Allie was torn between a conflicted sense of excitement--<i>sieges? invasions? bandits? How amazing!</i>and the sense of melancholy that seemed to permeate Alec's words.  The whispering of the tall grass against her dress became an soothing, rhythmic flicker like a brush on paper, lulling her deeper into rapt fascination at his words.  Her fair-colored eyelashes closed but once during the recounting, though brief.  "Grey Flood," she repeated, far later than he mentioned it, as if it was all playing over in her mindlike a hypnotic spell.<br/><br/>When he mentions the sword, she looks down at the pommel of that strangely fabled weapon-- a blade of the type that appeared in the stories she'd heard and that she'd envisioned more like a larger version of her small, hooked skinning knife, but from the looks of its sheath it was a more sturdy and stoic weapon, like something of an icicle of steel.  She did admire, for a moment, the lovely red color of the wrapped pommel, and lifting her eyes back to his, was about to say something more when Alec disappeared, entirely, from her line of sight with the sound of water's surface giving way.<br/><br/>If she's amused, or embarrassed for him, she doesn't show a sign of either.  She simply seems to take the entire thing in stride.  "That's the spirit then, embrace nature fully as your heart guides you."  She swivels her gaze over the banks, nodding, causing her muddied hair to bounce a bit in enthusiasm.  "No sign of water-snakes either.  Perfect!  Thank you, Alec!"  She grins and steps down with two long strides to slosh her way in beside him, still fully clothed, a couple feet downstream.  She sits, covering herself up to the waist, and begins vigorously splashing her face and arms, scrubbing gently and grinning very happily.  The water around her becomes a cloud of road-mud that drifts slowly downstream.