<div class="floatright">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w172/minarou/2458078-dragon27scrownelf.png)</div><br/>Lauriel La Lena (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=212401)<br/><hr/><strong>Tagging:</strong><strong>Evan</strong>,<strong>Maria</strong>,<strong>Sophie</strong>,<strong>Aleena</strong>,<strong>Kairen</strong>,<strong> Store Staff</strong><br/><br/>Lauriel nearly jumped when someone grabbed her by the shoulder.  Turning her head to see it was only the elf woman's husband, much to her relief, but she though she would have a heart attack when he mistook Evan as her mate.<br/><br/>"H-Husband?!" she blurted out, having forgotten to play out her part as the 'elven' princess.  But for Evan to be her husband in this act (or to be mistaken as such), that was a bit stretching it.  It was good, or bad, that she was too stunned to speak afterwards, plus half of herself was still listening to the nearby troupe's rehearsal?  When it ended the elf girl recovered much of her wits to go and have a talk with her 'husband'.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I guess you're right.  Excuse me..."  She left the husband, the tailor not Evan, and grabbed the wood elf's arm with both hands as she put on a near awkward smiling expression for both, him and the elf woman, to see.  "Sorry to intrude but would you mind if I borrowed my beloved for a while? It will only take a minute."  Lauriel tugs at Evan's arm with emphasis, and if that were not enough she tilts her head a couple of times, implying to him to humor her away from the presence of 'Almedia'.