<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a2/Saffvictoria.jpg)</div><strong>K'tanya</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=220587.msg10848407#msg10848407)<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=220676.msg10861778#msg10861778">Quote from: rikka on 05-01-2015, 17:03:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“K’tanya,” Mercusio began, “I’m been meaning to ask you this,” he felt strange a sensation boiling in his stomach, and it was not hunger, that rises to his chest, making it feel heavy and constricted. “I mean, during our travels together, I’ve been so captivated of your company that it made me tell you a lot of things about myself.” He took deep breath before continuing, his train of speech even becoming more tangential as he spoke. “But I never got to know more about you.  Or why you’re going to Greenest? What business you got there?  Do you even plan on staying there for long?”  He then gave her a wide-eyed, charmed expression, accompanied with a silly grin.  “Or you could have already told me all of those but were all lost due to bouts of short attention span I sometimes suffer, when in the presence of a beautiful and interesting lady. <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The golden skinned girl couldn't resist a little warming in the cheeks at Mercusio's flattering and interest in her life.  She'd started their acquaintance with the distinct impression that she wouldn't find him terribly admirable.  This had grown into a somewhat big-sisterly sort of amused affection on the trip.<br/><br/>Now it occurred to K'tanya that he might be man enough to hold her attention in other ways too—a tall order to fill for a girl who's first reciprocated love had been a paladin.<br/><br/>“Why thank you, Mercusio.  I don't mind sharing, though I’d like to hear more about you, as well  Is that a tang of Sembia I hear in your accent?<br/><br/>She smiled, “But I can begin. I lived the last ten years in the village of Eveningstar, in north-eastern Coryrm.  My father—well, adoptive father—Caspar taught me the arcane arts, and saw to it I got a generally good education.  My father passed last winter, and my brother Cyran was his primary heir, so I'm traveling to further my education.”  She lightly caressed the golden band on one finger.  It was set with a small amethyst in the likeness of a flame.