[SE] they don't have these at home

Lily sing me a song of a lass that is gone The man’s greeting is a familiar one, and if that’s arrogant to say then so be it - it’s arrogant and true. Smiling to herself before she turns to see who it is, she tries to manage a delicate flip of her hair over one shoulder. Flashing sea-blue eyes up at the person, Lily is delighted to find that the man is a sun-kissed handsome one, as golden as she is pale, and with nice strong  legs - or so she assumes from what she sees. “Hey handsome,” she tosses back, lightly flirtatious as well. “I hadn’t thought to, but if you think it’ll work…” Alas, she’d come ill prepared for such a thing, not so sure she believes in ‘luck’ any more. What are the spoils of hard work, if not luck? Unless ther’s a God involved, of course... and you know what? She thinks Frey would love this one. merry of soul, she sailed on a day over the sea to Skye