Talbot seemed to look depressed for a moment after she had mentioned the music, but he quickly jumped to the subject of Ferox, saying he'd prefer to keep in the heat more than the cold. For Vellia, it seemed the opposite. She missed the nip of the cold; somehow, despite how harsh the cold could get, she was surprisingly comfortable there. Here, however, there was sun, and more than enough of it. She had been sunburned more than she would appreciate since she had arrived in Pleigia, and wanted to be in the comfort of the frosty north again.

[b]"Y'know, I think I'll actually be more at home up there. But, um, then again, I'm from Ferox, so . . . "[/b] Vellia trailed off. [b]"And don't worry about the guards. If it's the Feroxi ones you're worried about, that is. If there are Ylisseans, maybe a different story, but if I could show the Feroxi guards my fighting style, there'd be no doubting I'm one of their own. They'd have to let us through."[/b] For once, Vellia was confident enough about something that she was able to say a full few sentences without stuttering. She felt a wave of pride come over her. But she knew the second the subject was changed again, that stutter would come back. What's worse was that there was a question she was itching to ask that was bound to make her stutter to the point of unintelligibility if she didn't focus.

[b]"So, I know it sounds foolish, but . . . um . . . would you mind singing again on the trip to Ferox? If it would help, maybe I could . . . try to hum along with a little bit of a harmony? I can't guarantee anything good, but . . .um, I can try."[/b] What was she saying? She couldn't hold a tune to save her life! She decided she had finally gone loopy. Yep. That had to be it. Completely, totally, utterly loco. She'd lost her mind, simply because she wanted to hear a guy sing. Vellia almost ran off in panic. Then she was overcome with the urge to slap Tal, she was so full of emotions. But she restrained herself against everything her emotions were driving her to do. Then the worst thing possible happened. . . .

She blushed.

Vellia had embarrassed herself. At least that was what it felt like. She simply hung her head for a moment until she felt the blood in her cheeks cooling. Then, when she was sure the red had gone, she looked back up to Talbot, trying still to smile, but it was probably just a goofy looking sheepish grin. Why on earth did she have to be so blamed awkward?