Holding Mideala still about the small of the back, Janaece reached up between her shoulderblades to caress her long fair hair, stroking and patting to encourage the rest of her head against her shoulder. She slowly turned about, with her feet slipping forth and back, in a slow dance with the nautical elf.<br/><br/>She gathered from Mideala's speaking of having been sailing from their homeland for years, and retuning to show her progress, that the elf was perhaps on some sort of coming-of-age or test-of-self. "Perhaps we can find something here, solve something about this manor, that will prove progress to your family. Not that I expect you really lack for other deeds. I'd be fascinating to see the ship, and the island...I Suppose I'm not too surprised your clan has their own, as the elves of my world tend to be more insular than the other races. Opinions vary, among the elves and others, about the merits of it, but given how their lands get treated by humans and orcs and others in my world, I don't entirely blame them for it."<br/><br/>She tapped a finger on the gun curiously. "If it reloads itself, some magic, I'd assume, I've seen a few crossbows back home with enchantments of a similar sort."