Ysaryn chuckled lowly, watching Kire to ensure she didn't [i]actually[/i] murder her friend like the giantess predicted. As Kire lay herself down and stared upward thoughtfully, Ysaryn watched her. "Yes and no." She admitted. "My first bedding, I quite enjoyed." The elf grinned wildly. "Much older male. After a battle four ten years back. Against a group of men who came to burn us out of our homes, chase us deeper into slums." Ysaryn inhaled and sighed. "Much heart racing after fight. Blood pump, as they say. We met eyes and just-" Ysaryn clawed her hands and brought them together. "-all night. He did not care I was Scindere's daughter and hair." She frowned, translating in her head. "Heir. To him, I was a strong woman who fought beside him, and he a male who could handle me." Ysaryn grinned wistfully. "He did not make it another five years. Another fight. He did not survive."

Sighing, she rolled onto her side to face Kire, her head propped up on her arm. "Now, yes. Is not so easy. I know what I deserve, and cannot find a mate to meet."