a handsome male elf awaiting her acknowledgement

Quickly she swam back to the shore and stepped out of the water, shaking the excess water free from her hair before pulling herself straight to address him.

She looked him up and down, sizing him up in a quick and efficient way. Tall, lean and muscular. Raven-colored hair just tipped with golden highlights fell to the nape of his neck where it was bound neatly by a rawhide tong.

Eyes that glowed a brilliant green even in the sunlight, flecked with golden brown and a killer smile that could bring any foolish girl to their knees. Fairly strong bone structure, wide but not overbearing. Chiseled good looks, not quite classic, but by no means plain, either. Well developed arms, chest sparse with hair. Great abs and legs that could probably run for days without tiring.

Shame he wasn't wearing the more traditional loincloth most of the males favored in the summer. Instead he wore breeches, though from the quick glance she took in, she figured he was just as well endowed there as he was gifted with the rest of his body.

"I don't believe I've seen you around here before," she said, looking him square in the eye. "What can I do for you?"