Desmond was scanning the horizon, and concentrating on the perpetually roiling water, the low roar drowning down the boisterousness of the crew when a familiar voice spoke up beside him.
“It’s Desmond, am I right? I wanted to tell you thank you for speaking up for me.“ She flicked her tail, punctuating her remark and smiled. It was the female Miqo'te from the rowboat, up close Desmond could appreciate how pretty she was.
'Why is it that pretty girls always bring out the boy in me?' he lamented to himself.
After a moment Desmond composed himself and returned the smile, "It was my pleasure, miss -..." he realized he didn't know here name. He cocked his head and glanced at the harp underneath her arm, slender fingers arched as they rested on the smooth wood. "Are you as an accomplished singer as you are a threat to rowers, miss?..." he asked her quizzically.
“It’s Desmond, am I right? I wanted to tell you thank you for speaking up for me.“ She flicked her tail, punctuating her remark and smiled. It was the female Miqo'te from the rowboat, up close Desmond could appreciate how pretty she was.
'Why is it that pretty girls always bring out the boy in me?' he lamented to himself.
After a moment Desmond composed himself and returned the smile, "It was my pleasure, miss -..." he realized he didn't know here name. He cocked his head and glanced at the harp underneath her arm, slender fingers arched as they rested on the smooth wood. "Are you as an accomplished singer as you are a threat to rowers, miss?..." he asked her quizzically.
