Janaece sighed lightly, and with apparent pleasure, at the caress of her shoulderblades. "Mmm," she purred. She was suddenly very glad that her gown had the long slits in the back, each running from the top of a shoulderblade down almost to her waistbelt. She spun slowly about with the elf, gradually dancing their way through the masked and varied crowd.<br/><br/>"A sentient weapon, perhaps," Janaece nodded. "I've heard of weapons which could think and speak, though sometimes to the owner's annoyance more than anything. Never had one myself."<br/><br/>"The elves I've known look roughly similar, yes, the subrace - or clan if you will - most similar to your own coloration would be what I know as the gold elves or sun elves, a rare sort indeed. More common - though still many fewer in number than the humans - are the silver elves or moon elves; the other archer and tracker besides myself of my first adventuring party, and several members of my second, were such. Then there are the more tribal and browner-skinned wild elves, a wild sort whom attacked us without provocation in darkest Chult, although we did befriend one of their number - a young sorceress fleeing the marital expectations of her own tribe. More than 'befriended' - the aforementioned elf archer romanced her, as he did almost every female of our troupe, save myself and the gnome lass!" She laughed, and kissed Mideala's cheek, then spun her about under an arm and reeled her back in again. Janaece slid her other arm tightly under Mideala's waist, and then leaned her far back, until her back was almost parallel to the floor, and kissed her long and deeply before rising up straight again.