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onni.</style> My company seems willing to join my side, continuing his downtrodded pace but turning more in my direction. This small gesture brings a small illumination of a smile to my lips. I feel at once the joys of a potential friend once more, despite my initial intentions being to help him find whatever it was he had lost.The formality of a bow is not something I am used to, however, and I fear that my eyes widen slightly in surprise as he takes to a strange position. I attempt to push the waves of uncertainty and questioning off of my pale mask, replacing the same gentle fire of welcoming. Despite being born the daughter of a leader, I have never and would likely never consider myself a lady demanding respectful gestures. I am not my mother, as we all know. Kri is an individual who garners the respect of all around her, while I simply try to avoid their scrutiny. Still, I should be polite to those who freely offer such respect, anyway. I bow my head in response to him, not quite certain of my ability to kneel as gracefully as him. I have very little practice in the region of curtsies, after all. I chuckle slightly at the thought of being called a lady, amusement racing across my face as I we walk side by side. He seems to be troubled by my question all the more so, which I find to be surprising. Was he not looking for something? I let my sky eyes drift off his face, hoping to relieve some of the tension he is feeling, while Lyhty coos him a strange, small lullaby. My ears flicker over in his direction as he speaks, a silent offering of my attention despite my eyes which remain face forward. I could understand perfectly his need for comfort in the darkness, for I myself faced demons that loomed in the shadows of my memory. Night. A terrifying time for me, having survived many horrors in the absence of the sun. "I have not seen Avalon," I say honestly, giving him an apologetic look. "However, I believe the Gods have vanished, for I feel no magic in my blood." A smile greets him, perhaps unexpectedly after that last statement. "I know the Sun will return, though. He loves his children. We must remain brave until then." |
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