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Lia would have to take the man's word for it; her legs still looked too long and limber, and she wasn't entirely sure about those little nubs. Still, that was the least of her concerns, though the fates proved kind as it turned out he shared her enthusiasm. That's right, this [i]was[/i] what the festival was all about, wasn't it? Two kindred souls meeting by pure chance, experiencing the entertainment, enjoying a drink and eating. Well, destiny had gotten her this far, so going along would be for the better, wouldn't it?

Keeping on her smile, Lia nodded, practically jumping on the fiery man as he offered his arm. She was all too happy to take him up on his offer, letting the air of romance and hope take the lead. Her heart was racing in her chest, the anticipation alone biting at her nerves. Ah, but she needed to keep calm, a fretful woman would make for a poor wife, wouldn't she? 

She had to admit his talk was flattering--she definitely liked that. He could lead her to a cliff and she'd jump off happily if it meant he'd go ahead and keep that up. Was she letting him get the best of her? Probably, but there was no shame in that, right? She giggled as she looked up at him once again, hanging onto his arm. [color=94fcfc]"You may call me Lia,"[/color] The giddy mermaid replied rather cheerfully, batting her eyelashes at him. [color=94fcfc]"And what do I call you?"[/color]

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