[center][h2][color=silver][u]          [b]Kreneas Shadeweaver[/b]          [/u]
[color=silver][sup][sup]Current Location: A Mirkwood Lake[/sup][/sup][/color]
[center][hider=The Lake]
[img]http://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbseg/945/945222-bigthumbnail.jpg[/img]
[/hider][/center]
[/color][/h2][/center]
[center][color=silver][i]"Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent." - Victor Hugo[/i][/color][/center]
[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/i6fLcHF.png[/img][/center]

Kreneas grabbed the towel from the saddle, and made his way to Irime, passing the cloth to her. He kept diverting his eyes, and tried his hardest to be polite by refusing to sneak a look at the archer's soaked figure. [color=silver]"Y-you're... you're welcome."[/color] The magus replied, idly watching a bird fly across the bright and sunny sky situated over the Mirkwood. The bird might've not been the most interesting for Kreneas to gaze at, but he knew it was much better than letting Irime judge him by focusing on the archer when she was soaking wet.

Yet, despite his attempt to be a gentleman, Kreneas was conflicted. He didn't want to intrude on Irime or give her googly eyes, but the magus felt there was more to it. There was, indeed, something Kreneas felt attractive to Irime, like a magnet's bonds. Perhaps it was her appearance, or maybe it was that the archer was a fun person to be around, but Kreneas believed that he didn't have the courage to tell Irime what he truly thought in fear of what she might think. It seemed as if the magus would never be able to speak his thoughts, especially when Kreneas had trouble conveying his feelings in words.

When Irime started to hum a song, Kreneas couldn't help but to smile. It was a song many elven children heard from their parents when they were young, but the archer had perfectly captured the essence of the song within her humming. He thought it was beautiful, just as a section of his conflicted mind thought Irime. Glancing at a frog leaping across a lily pad, Kreneas began to hum along, his deeper vocal cords adding a touch of magic to the archer's lighter humming. 

[@Wick]