[ It's the bright red hair, isn't it? Wanda suspected she wouldn't be able to lay low for long—not that she intended to. She wished to observe and ask questions, figure out if Thedas knew of her (they didn't seem to), and figure out how to blend in.
This was a chance to do that, the whole blending in thing.
Glancing at his hand, she smiles and places hers in it. Leaning forward, her smile turns teasing - ]
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This was a chance to do that, the whole blending in thing.
Glancing at his hand, she smiles and places hers in it. Leaning forward, her smile turns teasing - ]
Am I in trouble?
[ This is how one breaks the ice. ]