“Good to meet you Tom.” L’aire smiled with a welcoming lilt in her voice. “Welcome to the Freehold of Sacramento.” Taking in his facial features and wiry hair. The Dancer noticed him change up his position a little. He seemed very nice until his odd note at the end.
“Thank you…I think?” The Fairest’s voice raised at the end slightly confused.
Tilting her head slightly with a smirk on her face, she hoped he didn’t mean much by it. The Winter Dancer knew what it was like to say something stupid. Laughing just a little she further inquired. “What do you mean ‘for a Winter’?”
1Suxx to the dance of the Peacock