Lyfriel ducks her gaze as she recognizes Rhesh'ir, intent on keeping him from seeing her (though, who knows how successful she is.)
She sits back down at her table, and immediately buries her face in the pages of her grimoire, turning back to the first page, and re-reading what she has already spent the last bell pouring over.
When the bard's pleasant music sounded from the corner, her quick ears perked quickly in its direction. Her lips thinned as she thought, silent, tail swishing in frustration. After a few long moments (and undeniable enjoyment of Rhesh'ir's music) she turned in her chair to watch him, staring. A flush of color crept into her cheeks as she looked into his eyes briefly.
In spite of the calmly nature of the miqo'te's music, the two elezen at the bar have turned to listen to him, their own conversation with the bartender now playing second fiddle to the tunes.
She sits back down at her table, and immediately buries her face in the pages of her grimoire, turning back to the first page, and re-reading what she has already spent the last bell pouring over.
When the bard's pleasant music sounded from the corner, her quick ears perked quickly in its direction. Her lips thinned as she thought, silent, tail swishing in frustration. After a few long moments (and undeniable enjoyment of Rhesh'ir's music) she turned in her chair to watch him, staring. A flush of color crept into her cheeks as she looked into his eyes briefly.
In spite of the calmly nature of the miqo'te's music, the two elezen at the bar have turned to listen to him, their own conversation with the bartender now playing second fiddle to the tunes.
