With a giggle, Cassondra reached up and took the pin out of the picture of the butterfly. She stared at it for a moment and tried to remember what had inspired her to draw it in the first place. Perhaps it was from a dream? She placed the sketch down on the table in front of her and briskly rose from her chair, "I'll have to take a moment to calculate it's price. These things are subjective, you know. Why don't I refill your drink while I'm at it?"
She reached out and took the glass from the red-headed Elezen man and glanced fondly at the Miqo'te, "Is there anything I can get for you while I'm up, Miss...?"
She reached out and took the glass from the red-headed Elezen man and glanced fondly at the Miqo'te, "Is there anything I can get for you while I'm up, Miss...?"