<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/>She bobs her head agreeably at his shared information, then grows less enthusiastic as the blush fades and she visibly saddens at the mention that he's 'the last.' "Oh.  Dear me, how... that must be dreadful.  My apologies."  She Looks down at her feet a moment, then nods and looks in the direction he's indicated.  "Well.  Here, then, please.  I'm certain you can spare a few minutes before... journeying on.  These Red Watermen must, I hope, allow that?"  She passes him the rest of the melon, with half a slice still in her hands.  The small knife still protrudes from the pith of the fruit.  "If you wouldn't mind.  I can focus on catching us something with more substance for lunch.  Have all you like of that."  She smiles then, looking sympathetically, but not pityingly, at the young man.  "Let's find this creek, then if you could help me keep a watch?"<br/><br/>And with a shrug, she deftly flips an arrow from the quiver at her hip, its white fletching downy and shockingly clean against her muddied digits, and smiles brightly as she sidles up to him and gestures for him to lead on.  Then-- with her head tilted to one side almost like a dog before barking an alert, she seems to hear something in the distance.  "Oh!" she says, then smiles and shakes her head.  "Sounds like a satyr is playing nearby.  Lovely tune... wonder if he's familiar with --" and the string of syllables that follow are like a chirping birdsong to the ear that does not understand elven, full of lilts and syllable shifts and tonal trills.<br/>Translated, it's<em>Aurendaledon Glen's Dewshining Waterfall's Mist's Rainbow-Spun Light Druidic Circle Incorporated LLC.</em><br/><br/>She thinks a moment more after that, then shrugs-- and as long as the warrior follows along, she extends her hand in an approximation of what she believes humans do to greet one another in township society.  "My name is Allenithii..." she trails off, then grins, "Allie, I mean."