“Riski?” She laughs brightly before giving a warm smile. “What isn’t there to like? But if I had to pick merely one thing?” She puts a finger to her chin in thought. Walking slowly around the other elezen, a mischievous smile on her lips now. Pausing behind him before she wraps her arms around one his left arm in a hug and laughs. “Your smile of course! It brightens my day to see it.”
Destiney taps her fingers against the tree as she stands there watching. Silently musing upon the answer she wants to give. Watching the man with his skilled fingers that could make such wonderful music. Moving a different kind of bow across a string. “Those hands of yours, Basteaux. Fingers that can coax beautiful music or bring death to bandits. Not that I don’t enjoy other parts of your appearance. Yet it takes skill to do those things. That is my favorite part though.”
Spirit of the Warlock 