#nirilhe

"Forgive me if I startled you." Ryveth's voice was soft, almost awed. While his gaze was intense, a small side effect from being a starved vampire, they held no ill will toward the other. "I haven't seen another snow elf in so long. I had thought I was the last." He paused for a moment, then stepped away somewhat awkwardly.

When he spoke again, there was a sheepish note to his tone and he rubbed the back of his neck while avoiding eye contact. "I suppose uh, that was strange of me..."