[She shows up at his door, knocking politely. She feels more nervous than she ought to, probably. An odd feeling--She is usually full of bluster and confidence, but that really cute smile and the way his eyes got when they started talking about more...risque things. Maker damn it all, she wanted to impress him. So she wore a dress meant to catch eyes--A skirt with a top that was nothing but lace, only a matching bandeau underneath saving her from being exposed. She'd never worn anything so showy in Thedas, but--Why not, while she could?
And in her hands was a little gift box. That's how she's used to doing things like this. Little gifts here and there, picked up on her travels, given to her companions. Trinkets that showed that she thought of them, and what they might enjoy.
For Krem, she used her carving skills that she'd been practicing, to whittle a little wooden ram skull, strung onto a leather thong. Chargers. That would go with a ram skull, right? Maker, she hoped so. She straightened up, trying not to fret, as she waited at the door.]
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Date: 2015-05-13 05:40 am (UTC)And in her hands was a little gift box. That's how she's used to doing things like this. Little gifts here and there, picked up on her travels, given to her companions. Trinkets that showed that she thought of them, and what they might enjoy.
For Krem, she used her carving skills that she'd been practicing, to whittle a little wooden ram skull, strung onto a leather thong. Chargers. That would go with a ram skull, right? Maker, she hoped so. She straightened up, trying not to fret, as she waited at the door.]