Leila looked over the end of her champagne glass at the pretty dark haired woman. Her brows creased at the greeting, studying her demeanor. She looked like she was floating around, much like a lot of those old immortals. Was she magic? Fairytales was a different kind of magic, this felt different.
Whatever introduction had been made prior to The Merry Men's entrance, had been lost on them. "Evening," Leila said very guarded.