[ OOC: kicks the door opEn - i know nothing about him but feel free to spoil me i will eat it all up and its ok!! ]
Caoimhe is light on her feet, with an expertise in stealth making her quite the silent approach. She passes by with unguided intentions, her hands are clasped around sheets from her bed within the innroom. She hoists them to her side and begins to walk down the hall minding her attention before her at none in particular. The wood elf means to take them outside for a wash. Prestidigitation, could remove the grime and muk from any sheet, but it would not fully clean its worth. Nor offer the sweet gentleness of a flowery scent with it.
She walks past at first, but out of her peripheral the target of white hair, pale skin, and pointed ears causes her to almost trip forward. There is a strange sound, like a scuffle of sorts before she comes back suddenly. Steps quickened one after the other, as the bare of her feet clattered on the wood floor. Caoimhe's whole figure pops out of the door frame, and immediately her exasperated face changes into that of embarrassment. Once again thinking she saw a ghost of her past, "AH..."
Eyes veer away, their blue colors fluttering down the hall and then back to the new person again, "Oh.. Yes... I think so...? Um.... Are you new?"
Voice is quiet and uncertain, but she clutches hold of the blankets in her hand and tries to make normal conversation. However, she seems to waft over his image and jump right into the circumstances they were in, "Are you - - Are you - I-I hope the photo does not frighten you...?"
Wake Up
Caoimhe is light on her feet, with an expertise in stealth making her quite the silent approach. She passes by with unguided intentions, her hands are clasped around sheets from her bed within the innroom. She hoists them to her side and begins to walk down the hall minding her attention before her at none in particular. The wood elf means to take them outside for a wash. Prestidigitation, could remove the grime and muk from any sheet, but it would not fully clean its worth. Nor offer the sweet gentleness of a flowery scent with it.
She walks past at first, but out of her peripheral the target of white hair, pale skin, and pointed ears causes her to almost trip forward. There is a strange sound, like a scuffle of sorts before she comes back suddenly. Steps quickened one after the other, as the bare of her feet clattered on the wood floor. Caoimhe's whole figure pops out of the door frame, and immediately her exasperated face changes into that of embarrassment. Once again thinking she saw a ghost of her past, "AH..."
Eyes veer away, their blue colors fluttering down the hall and then back to the new person again, "Oh.. Yes... I think so...? Um.... Are you new?"
Voice is quiet and uncertain, but she clutches hold of the blankets in her hand and tries to make normal conversation. However, she seems to waft over his image and jump right into the circumstances they were in, "Are you - - Are you - I-I hope the photo does not frighten you...?"