<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">As Janaece kissed her cheek, Mideala made a noise almost like purring. Nibbling her lip, she had to wonder. This beautiful woman had her feeling something like what she made most women feel like... it was pleasant. <br/><br/>She watched Janaece shyly, an odd thing for Mideala. Looking to Kineas for a second, she felt left out. She knew nothing of this they were talking about. She would not let it put her off. There was little magic in her world, but enough that she knew she could not keep up with what they were say.<br/><br/>When Janaece offered the champagne, she gentle trapped her fingers there, tilting the glass for a sip. As the rim left her lips, she licked them, enjoying the taste. The taste was not just the liquid's, and she needed to taste more.<br/><br/>Mideala brought Janaece's hand up, placing a gentle nip and kiss to the soft skin of the under wrist. A small sigh, her skin had a pleasant taste, a fresh taste. That was one thing she loved about the female body, it always seemed softer and sweeter.<br/><br/>She coughed, caught off guard by the 'six hundred years' thing. Sure, where she was from, the elves lived near a thousand years, but it was rare, do to the style of life. Her grandfather was the oldest she had heard of or met, but he was also the patriarch of the Cantoth Clan. Though most other races from her world didn't live too long, only two other races had longer life spans.</span>