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Zariah Be dangerous darling, for the world rises and falls at your feet. Her head tilted slightly as she watched him explain what was what. A tree. Himself. His lover. How quaint a scene. Immediately judged him for the hopeless romantic sort, which made her want to throw up a little bit, but she resisted the urge. "I see. And if she already has a gift at this festival?" she asked, glancing up at him. Would he so willingly part with such a personal piece? She doubted so, and she rather hoped he might squirm with discomfort under the question. He motioned to his supplies from which to make a gift and she casually walked over to inspect what he had. She chose a block of cedar wood. She could carve something from that, and it would smell quite nice. "My name is really of little consequence. Though if you've a lover you might wish to be careful how many other women enchanting." she said lightly. Surprisingly there was no judgement in her tone, just a general observation. The Launceleyn head found a seat across from him and set to work, coursing a small piece of lightning between her fingers, using it to burn away the wood in shapes she wanted. "But for what it is worth, my name is Zariah Launceleyn."