Lusayana.  Now there was a name with a lyrical quality.  It just rolled out of the vocal chords, right off the tongue and out into the air.  Lusayana...  Shaera spent the time waiting for the girl by imagining the sorts of things they would do together, undressing the half-elf in her mind already as she imagined herself unbuttoning those buttons, pulling off each individual item of clothing gently, tenderly, whispering soft, romantic words to the cute younger girl...  By the time Lusayana actually returned, the fantasy had become quite elaborate, and the positions had started to involve moving to various places around the cabin.<br/><br/>That all ended when she spoke, though, snapping the Valenar elf out of her little reverie with the announcement that she would be spending her break with the woman.  For Shaera, that information was oddly-pleasing to her.<br/><br/>"Well... I do have some curiosity about Sharn."  The elf responded, when questioned about whether or not she had any questions.  "It sounds like you've got some curiosity about Valenar, yourself, though.  Maybe after you answer some of my questions, I can answer some of yours, huh?"<br/><br/>And after hearing the half-elf's answer, the Valenar elf scooted a bit closer, closing the gap between the two of them and getting into her personal space.<br/><br/>"So, what is Sharn like, if you don't mind my asking?  Are the towers really as tall as they say?"  She questioned, both to give the move a convenient cover and because she was honestly curious.  "And is it true that every time it rains over there, some group of adventurers stumbles across a dead body?"<br/><br/>That last one was a rumor, and one that had been related to her in more of a joking tone.  Still, one didn't joke about things like that unless there was some truth to the joke...  And if there was, then Sharn was likely to be an interesting place.