Reya sighed miserably, but at least her father was walking away now. Perhaps if she had thought better on her feet, and used Gara's explanation right away it might have worked, but her father knew her very well, and her behavior had more then tipped him off. She would not be surprised if he already knew the direction of her thoughts...<br/><br/>And just exactly where was her thoughts going anyway? Share Xholkrox? While she cared deeply for him, and for all her friends for that matter, what was she thinking? Perhaps she was indulging her fantasies a bit to much of late, letting her grip on reality slip. It was all well and good to dream about playing house with her friends, but that sort of thing just didn't happen in reality. She sighed again, looking over her friends each in turn. Each was a superior specimen of their species and sex, and they made her happy...<br/><br/>She nods, acknowledging Gara's words, her facial blush telegraphing her embarrassment.<br/><br/>"I guess I am just not as good at deceiving as you are Gara, perhaps you can teach me a few things?"<br/><br/>She shook her head, clearing it of the disturbing thoughts. It was one thing to fantasize when she was alone, quit another in the middle of the inn and actually surrounded by her friends. She forced a smile back on her face and giggled, noticing the bard was finally about to perform...<br/><br/>"Well, I hope after all the trouble he is at least good at what he does. Why do you think that old perv keeps looking at us like that anyway?"