This One Went to Market

She flirts more awkwardly with women than she does with men, but it’s still probably smoother than the Fae’s attempt. Lily rolls through a series of emotions, from a demure blush at the woman’s compliment to amusement and then to brashness. “It can be whatever you want it to be… private. Public, if you’re into that kind of thing.” she says with a sly grin and a giggle. The public part is mostly a joke, of course. Mostly. She might consider it, for the right reason. “I have my own big place in the Settlement. Or… I could come to you.” The Village. Now that’s a thought. Except for one problem. They don’t know each other’s names. “I’m Lily, by the way. Lily Balfour.” lily as if you were on fire from within the moon lives in the lining of your skin