Blushing brightly at the smile from the... elf, Tara listened to him melodic voice and found herself nodding in agreement.  Aunt Mary Lin raised an eyebrow at him, "I oonly know wha' I do, cause yer kin saw fit to glamor me when I were younger'n than Tara there."  It was the most emotion she had shown since he had come in and she harrumphed and turned away, adjusting her turned out sweater more comfortably.<br/><br/>Having set the food down, she sat deliberately opposite of Parne and tried to make some sense of this, even though part of her wanted her to just accept it.  Her ruby lips thinned as she concentrated and she pulled the sweater down, the v neck of it showing a hint of the full swell of her breasts.  "So what is this 'Ancient' and why is it so bad?"  She paused as she seemed to think over her words for a moment.  "Why me? I can't see how that makes any sense. I wasn't even born here. I'm an American."<br/><br/>Tipping her head, she deliberately looked into Parne's eyes though they seemed endless, she needed to grasp on to a bit of reality.  A few inches in from the edge of the work table, her hands found a rusty metal edge, and she pressed her palm against it slightly, not enough to break skin, but enough to keep her anchored in this world and not let herself fall into those deep eyes of his.  Something wasn't right, but was it with him? or with this 'Ancient'?  "Look not to belittle myself, but my aunt here knows and believes more about your kind than I ever would believe, maybe you should ask her."