The amused elf sipped his teeth as he observed Mia dig into the Pop Tart with unabashed curiosity. The siren’s zest for life never ceased to amaze him and was one of the reasons Quercus felt drawn to her. After being on the run for so very, very long it had taken him a long time to regain the allure of what fun life could provide. His relationship with Mia’s had turbocharged that realization. He stretched as he sat on the cool grass outside the tent, his lightly tanned skin growing taut over sinewy muscles. Thin white scars crisscrossed his forearms and grew less frequent as they approached his upper body, though several old knife wounds still decorated his torso. Not one for tattoos, he found the scars strangely decorative and never sought a true healer to remove them. Delicate pale reminders of his past that disappeared beneath the borrowed shorts he was wearing.<br/><br/>“It’s called a Pop Tart, darling.” Quercus explained as his warm baritone filled the tent of the curious girl as she attacked the tasty treat. He took another sip of his herbal tea, most likely his last, as the piping beverage had caught Mia’s eye. A soft chuckle was on his lips as he turned the cup carefully around to offer the handle to her, before relinquishing the drink and taking hold of one of the other reasons the stoic elf was drawn to her. His long fingers sank into the soft flesh of her ample bosom as he thoroughly amused himself with her breast as she relieved him of the rest of his tea. Turning his head he kissed the top of hers as the soft pads of his fingertips drew lazy designs on her glittered flesh. Her skin sparkled as the sun was starting to reach its zenith toward midday removing the last bit of haze clinging low to the ground. Activity and noise were starting to grow over toward the stage as whatever sound checks were necessary heralded the start of the second day of debauchery.<br/><br/>“Honestly, it’s like you rolled around in a pixie den.” He grunted as he groped her charms, his fingers narrowing ever inward toward her nipple. His face locked in a smirk of amusement suddenly froze as a harrowing thought entered his brain. Quercus released her boob, the tantalizing glove jiggling free as he grasped the front of his shorts and tugged them away from his body. And groaned. As he suspected his bait and tackle were thoroughly dusted in glitter, along with the rest of his hips and upper thighs. A casualty of last night’s frivolity. “Do you have any idea how long it takes to get glitter out…” he grumbled, coming to grips with the fact that his elfhood would be festively decorated for days to come. His resigned gaze fell upon Mia’s big brown eyes, looking innocently up at him though he knew her to be anything but. Sighing he allowed himself to smile, leaning down to peck softly at her lips. The cacophony from the stage was getting louder and he turned his head toward it, his palm returning it’s perch on her tit as he enjoyed the warmth of her curves smooshed tightly against him. “Well, what trouble shall you get us into today?” he teased.<br/>