<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1d/650ad52b38278e3cd6f7bc7c7485137d--druid-elf-half-elf-druid.jpg)</div>Atraea clasped one hand over Sumara's as they circled her waist—a brief gesture of affection—before taking the reigns and kicking her heels against the horse's flank. The creature set off, bearing them swifty out of the village, and down the southeast road, towards the moors.<br/><br/>Once out on the road, Atraea inclined her head, letting her cheek brush lightly against Sumara's. "Elistraee rarely calls to elves beyond the Drow," she said, attempting some conversation as they road towards the shrine. "But she called on me, asked me to be a guide to her people when they leave the underdark, to help them find a friend amongst the people of the surface." She paused, a light pink tingeing her cheeks. "She did not tell me you would be so beautiful though."<br/><br/>The flush rose quickly in her cheeks as she seemed to regret her words. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered. "That came out sounding very..." Atraea seemed to fumble for a way to continue that sentence before simply lowering her head in embarrassment and focusing on the road ahead.