<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/>"Ah!" she says as she happily accepts the slice of melon.  "Thank you," she says, placing the melon to her lips and sucking the juice from its slick surface, showing no real worry and seeming, instead, to be enjoying the music from afar as one would, perhaps, in strolling past the music of a distant fair.  Not that she's ever seen a fair.<br/><br/>"Unseelie is what the elves at--" and again, the looping and trilling sounds of the elven language came rolling from her tongue, exactly the same as before, and continuing back to common without skipping a beat, "-- called the fae who did terrible deeds.  They're creatures of passion and energy, and that can become<i>twisted</i>or something.  I don't quite understand how it all works... the fae and the druids had some kind of spiritual connection that was beyond me."  She shrugged her narrow shoulders, her eyes animate and sparkling as she surveyed their surroundings with an alertness and excitement at the whole of the everything and anything about.  "Apparently there's something in the elven blood that wasn't strong enough in me, being half-human and all, for the glade's spirit to fully connect.  But it's a place of great natural power and beauty, so fae and elf share it quite happily."<br/><br/>She chews at the melon's flesh now, watching Alec from the side of her eye, curious about his past, and remaining quiet enough to allow him to share what he feels comfortable.  "Do you live near Amberdale, Alec?"