Eorlyn watched Reed dissapear. If she wanted to be alone, fine. The girl shrugged and turned towards Rhys.
She glanced at him through her eyelashes. He was rather handsome. Bright, dark eyes, and a rather open face. He reminded Eorlyn of one of those heroes in the old tales- silent, friendly. Eorlyn smiled at his dark eyes that were glancing over to his sister. He seemed worried about his sister. Eorlyn could just tell how much he cared about her.
He noticed her sit down. His expression brightened a bit, as he looked at her couriously. Eorlyn "accidently" swished her hair back, making her braids fall deep into her face. She know she looked beautiful.
She loved that feeling.
"We weren´t able to finish our conversaion," she smiled at him. "My name is Eorlyn. I am the student of a ranger. I come here in his name. May I ask what your story is?"
[ May 23, 2003: Message edited by: Manardariel ]
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