After she'd been satisfied with a good long look, she remained standing as she sipped her cider. Her purple eyes reflected the glow of the fire, giving her a strange if not fearsome look. "The Fountain Fellowship? Hmm. Maybe. It sounds quite familiar, actually, though I don't think I was involved in anything like that. Would you care to elaborate?"
((OOC: I was originally writing this post on my laptop, but then my computer froze up right before I was about to submit it. When my computer didn't respond, I promptly wrote down the entire post onto some paper, and then took it over to my family's desktop to type it up. If that isn't dedication, I don't know what is.

