[h2][color=B22222][center][i][b]Lerraina[/b][/i][/center][/color][/h2]
[center][color=B22222][i]Location:[/i][/color] Walking alongside the wagon
[color=B22222][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] Calanon, the wagon [/center]
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There was a sudden burst of laughter that she just couldn't contain. She hadn't meant to be rude, although it very well could've come off that way. Regardless, it was clear to her that the elf in question was a bit ignorant to what she had been accustomed to. Granted, Lerraina hadn't been on a proper date in years, but it was endearing to say the least, to speak with someone so wet behind the ears. 

[color=b22222][b]"My apologies, I do not mean to be rude. I hadn't meant for you to purchase me a meal, I more or less meant it as a jest. I am not used to talking about myself either, it tends to get me and any others in quite an amount of trouble. And I am really not worth such the fuss."[/b][/color] another half truth, she couldn't deny. Her giggles died down as her words came to a close, though a genuine smile remained.

The conversation was a breath of fresh air, and while she had played the part of Gretchin before, she hadn't encountered one like him. She just couldn't make up her mind about him though, again, an annoyance. But she would have continued the conversation had she not realized the wagon coming to a halt. She peeked up ahead with a narrow eye. Her short stature was a constant handicap, and kept her from seeing what was transpiring up ahead. She grumbled quietly, bracing the hard exterior of the carriage as she lifted herself up on its ledges, attempting to gain sight.