<em>The aasimar smiles warmly, and the zenythri politely, while the chaond and the half-giant wave back. The human smirks, shrugging, indicating shi can join if shi wants to, and the shifter arches an eyebrow, though the curiousity in his eyes shows he doesn't mind. The elves simply nod, and what would normally be acute stares from them, possibly even able to detect in the darkness the slight bulge in the front of her pants. Regardless, though, the feykissed, uncurling from her position languidly like a feline, her gossamer clothes shimmering like tiny stars, hugging her lithe, moderately curvy frame. Smiling, she almost lazily wraps her fingers around the shy changling's wrist, gliding over to a fifth couch and settling down, again curling her legs beneath her as she smiles at Ilaneshi.<br/><br/>"Hello. I'm Willow. She's taken a fancy to you, you know."<br/><br/>The feykissed offers a smile, her voice melodious and as beautiful as her flawless face, her expression amusd as she refers to the red-haired girl who led hir here.</em>