Rose was fascinated with the elf's own fascination with her hair. No one had been that interested in the green strands in the past, and she was making a show of seeing how long he could keep himself interested with it, not flinching when he occasionally pulled a bit too hard on the delicate strands. Rose has weak hair however, and the elf mind find himself in posession of a few loose strands that came loose while he played. She smirks a moment as the female stops him and turns to watch her once more Mitta begins running his fingers down her shoulders.<br/><br/>Rose expression was blank as she heard the female's description of what the other elves might tell her and she spoke up once she was done “What are these hunters of the deep you speak of? I thought it was the weather and currents that stranded ships here.”