WYN/BRYN/OPEN | 11:30PM
"No. Sadly it is not," she mused, eyes sweeping over the floor before returning to Wyn. He wasn't looking at her, purposefully if she had to guess, and she tried to pretend like that didn't cut like a knife. Raising a delicate eyebrow, Bryn couldn't help but laugh lightly; the sound icy and cold rather than warm. "I might, but none of them are particularly what I'm looking for." Moving her eyes away again, since she was more than capable of playing the game as well, she continued. "But I suppose I shall have to live with disappointment. I tried, but it seems my feeling were one-sided."