[ thranduil assumes that nugs are the sort of beast that eat anything, but does consider the outside a little but more after his little trick. she delicately nibbles at the grass- and then goes for the sleeves of the outsider's shirt. much better.
wryly, because come now, he's doing his best: ] How does it feel?
[ he reaches for the nug, as if to tug the sleeve free of her mouth. he hesitates a hair's breadth away from her; reconsiders; draws back. ]
no subject
wryly, because come now, he's doing his best: ] How does it feel?
[ he reaches for the nug, as if to tug the sleeve free of her mouth. he hesitates a hair's breadth away from her; reconsiders; draws back. ]
Give me your hand.