connection with Ingil acquainted with the House of Fëanáro
*blinks, startled (what could you possibly have to do with Ingil?)* *bites back the urge to pull away, to tell you to stay away from her, to stay away from her brother (oh Ingil, you can't know the danger)* *in the end, however, can do nothing more than return your gaze and allow your attentions (if indeed she could stop you at all)* *keeps her eyes open through sheer force of will, when some soft part of her would like nothing more than to melt into your kiss (such heat)*
*waits to speak until she is certain of her voice—and you would never know how her skin tingles in the wake of your touch* More games, Tyelco? *a faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips* And when your fascination is satisfied, what then? I shall be nothing more than another of these "ferocious" women you collect. No, that is no leverage at all. *slips her fingers around yours and draws your hand from her face, just enough so that she might inspect your palm, trace the calluses there* Lily is a lovely girl. I see much of myself in her.
Do you regret your grass stains yet, Princess?
*smiles fully this time, rather delighted to hear that title on your lips (you do not mean it, surely, but it reminds her of happy times)* *on a whim, lets herself fall backward, splaying her hair across the grass and laughing airily* No more than I regret leaving my tiara across the Sea.