<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>Alec<br/><hr/>With her face slowly angling to let herself take in a long gaze of his form, Allie seems to become oblivious to her surroundings-- the frogs, the creek, her dress sinking slowly into the shoals as brown water strains away downstream.  She blinks once, looking suddenly reserved and muted for the first time since he'd met her some hour or so before, and then her bird-wing lips tighten up, very subtly, at the corners into a sweet little smile.  "I think your legs are fine, Alec."  She tosses her hair over one shoulder, the wet strands pattering against her skin as she leans closer, her nostrils next to his shoulder.  "And... your armor had better do its job well.  Lovely things should be protected, as long as they can."<br/><br/>At that, she splays her hands on his chest, just under his collarbone, and grins up at him, the tenderness still there but mingled with mirth.  "I know things are different for villagers, but... if you'd like," she says in a half-whisper, her lips hanging slightly open before she hesitates, smiles again, and bites that bee-stung lower lip of hers once more, "I could ease the effects of that lonelineeEEE!" And she's suddenly gone with a whoosh of air not unlike the close proximity of a swinging barn door bursting open.  It would take Alec but a moment to see the busty elf growing-- smaller?!  and beneath the cry of surprise she's emitting, a strange noise emanates through the air, something like the twang of a ballista cord, but without the ratcheting of a mechanism, low and resonating.  And then it would become clear that she's, obviously, not shrinking or doing some silly elfy-girl magic but actually moving away from him at a rapid pace, toward a point on the creek bank some forty or fifty feet in front and askew from him, to where a glimmering blue bolder the size of an elephant is reeling her in with its tongue.<br/><br/>No elephant.  No boulder, neither... it's clearly the biggest damn jewel frog of the creek-- biggest, one can hope, as in not typical of its adult size.  "EEee<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">shiiiiii...</span>"