<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Complying with Janaece's motioning to fully rest her head, she brushed her lips against the other's neck. A quiet sigh as she let the other lead her in the slow dance. She hadn't heard Mordred leave, which meant he was still there. A blush peeked out from the edges of her mask. She had never been the one to be treated like this, so it made her uncertain of things around her.<br/><br/>"Maybe we could." Lips brushing Janaece's neck again, she continued. "If you would really like to see, maybe I could show you sometime... Do the elves of your world look like me?" She was interested, wondering if there were the same elves on other worlds.<br/><br/>"I know that there is some magic in my world, but it is rare... I guess magic would make sense, but does that explain why Markien used to talk to it... and act as though it responded to him?" She made small circles with her fingers against one of Janaece's shoulderblades.</span>