Re: The Bar - Rajani and Magnus
"I can not teleport, sir," she could hardly help but purse her lips back at him in good humour. Half Fae - well that explained something about his infectious, magnetic demeanor. For good or ill, Fae seemed to be able to influence people so easily with their own moods. "I seem to be longer-lived than a Were, though perhaps not as long as a true Fae. But I do have other gifts," Janie admitted.
As he looked at her, her dark hair seeped strawberry-blonde from the roots, the colour spilling down her shoulders like so much spilled paint. Her skin paled to porcelain, freckles dusting across the bridge of her nose, and her dark eyes blinked green. By the time she raised her glass to have another sip of champagne, politely leaving him with a moment to process the change, Janie looked as if she had been born an Irish beauty.