Veela swallowed hard and took a deep breath to steady her nerves.

Veela wondered at this sudden interest in this elfling known as the Nomad.

Veela had told him that the elfling was a master of the Way.

Veela stared at him open-mouthed, and then, to her own surprise, she chuckled.

Veela was at a loss to understand what he meant.

Veela was anxious for him to continue, but she had already overstepped her bounds.

In spite of herself, Veela could not resist a question.

Veela had felt a sense of mounting excitement and anxiety.

I mean, we've got Jazmine, who's part-Veela, although she hardly ever acts like it.

Veela's eyes grew wide at the mention of the name.

Jazmine, the rather portly Veela, sat across from him.

Veela felt the color rising to her cheeks.

Being part Veela, Victoire had never had any problem making friends of either gender, quickly and effortlessly.

Valsavis had questioned Veela extensively about the elfling, and then he had conducted his own brief investigation.

Veela's jaw dropped open with disbelief.

She says Bigfoot isn't very 'Veela-like'.