<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/16/Fallon.jpg)</div>Fallon tilts her face and studies Senna's responses, and seems to be trying to catch her gaze, or perhaps duck into it if possible.  Whether intentionally or by fortunate accident, one lock of her coppery hair falls between her uptilted, hazel eyes, bringing an air of innoccence and intimacy to her expression as she leans in closer to Senna.  The effect is vividly contrasted by the bedroom eyes she doesn't bother to hide and the encouraging, private smile she manages to offer.<br/><br/>"I hope I'm not wrong, but... maybe we could set up a tent a little way from the others?  I'm not that shy, but" her gaze dips modestly, then roams its way back up the petite half-elf's form.  "Well, I'd just like us to have a little privacy,"  She reaches for Senna's hand, letting her heavy gauntlet graze the silver-haired, young woman's skin.  "Wouldn't you like that?"<br/><br/>Gesturing toward a tree some thirty or forty paces off, "that looks like a nice place for a tent... safely close to the others, but not so terribly close, is it?"  She hoists her gear apart from the horse's tack, adding a tent from the traveling gear.  "I'll be waiting."