Irina96
Blushing, Syltae dropped her eyes shyly and twisted the end of one of her sleeves nervously. "The slave traders let me keep most of my things..." she murmured, and saw the arrangement on the table. "I'm a vegetarian, but only with certain meat... you don't find chickens in the forest, but all the same..." she drew her eyes up to meet his, and slowly she sat down at the table. "You didn't... recognize... the word I called you earlier, did you?" she asked, her eyes widening a little. If he did... well... not much I can say, an elf can only speak that word to one person...