The warning made her eyes go wide-- could they do that? Keep them there that long? She supposed so, if her father thought so, and she knew so little about Fae and magic she realized she had no idea the limits of what they could or couldn't do. She followed along toward the table, trying not to squirm under the gaze she could feel burning into her back, and instead sitting beside the slime who burbled in appreciation. Seeing the tension had left-- for the most part-- she instead took it upon herself to help Laele eat; and perhaps eating some herself, if one could call it that. It seemed simply that the slime wanted to enjoy the party with her, and Laele was easy to indulge her. It was easier when she had a friend there, quietly holding hands under the table as she explained each piece of food she understood, listing of their names and how much she did or didn't like it. Both eating a few squares of cheese happily, and Slime mimicking her sour expression at a strongly flavored dip. It was debatable if the slime could really taste it, but the girls were enjoying themselves anyway.
She kept sneaking glances around, she couldn't really help it. She didn't know much about the fae-- but she had always been curious. Her mother never mentioned them much, and of course, Richard didn't either, with the rare occasions that he desired to express his irritation with them. The church labeled anything like that as witchcraft and evil, but she didn't think they were. The Slime wasn't, many others they met weren't... And she was curious. Was she like them? She never really thought about it much before, but her magic had to come from somewhere?
She cast sneaky glances around, greeting those that came by, only ruffling slightly when her hair was ruffled and touched and she was pawed at here or there. Though they seemed to keep some kind of a distance, like they were waiting for something. She pushed another bread in her mouth, taking perhaps too long to leer a the woman from earlier as she rested herself against Richard's side. Laele, to some credit for her tiny backbone, makes an effort to completely ignore her as she spoke to her father. "Daddy-- are we relate--" but before she can finish a question he might not like to answer, the woman knocked over an ale, spilling it across Richard's lap and feigning embarrassment. She grabbed a towl, rubbing over his groin firmly.
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She kept sneaking glances around, she couldn't really help it. She didn't know much about the fae-- but she had always been curious. Her mother never mentioned them much, and of course, Richard didn't either, with the rare occasions that he desired to express his irritation with them. The church labeled anything like that as witchcraft and evil, but she didn't think they were. The Slime wasn't, many others they met weren't... And she was curious. Was she like them? She never really thought about it much before, but her magic had to come from somewhere?
She cast sneaky glances around, greeting those that came by, only ruffling slightly when her hair was ruffled and touched and she was pawed at here or there. Though they seemed to keep some kind of a distance, like they were waiting for something. She pushed another bread in her mouth, taking perhaps too long to leer a the woman from earlier as she rested herself against Richard's side. Laele, to some credit for her tiny backbone, makes an effort to completely ignore her as she spoke to her father. "Daddy-- are we relate--" but before she can finish a question he might not like to answer, the woman knocked over an ale, spilling it across Richard's lap and feigning embarrassment. She grabbed a towl, rubbing over his groin firmly.
By the time he'd look back up, Laele was gone.