

>Follow, gaze torn between my six and your six you follow the elf as she darts effortlessly through the trees, almost losing her at a few points. when you finally catch up, she's arranged herself on a carefully placed fur on top of a large tree stump. "welcome to my boudoir, traveller," she purrs, though loses concentration as she looks around her. "or, my stump, i guess." the elf giggles, fixing her eyes on you with a challenge in her gaze.