After all, what better form is there for nobility to take? Fever's carmine eyes, elven features and hair strung from white gold say otherwise. Perhaps a bit short for royalty, but who's to say?
"A little over a month. I work odd hours in Crane's Ridge, so I don't make it out much. But this place, it's..."
She scans the scene; folks dancing, children palming for food and crawling beneath tables, little enchantments serving tea. People she knows, people she doesn't. The atmosphere speaks to an era long before her own, but one she inexplicably finds herself standing at the center of.
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After all, what better form is there for nobility to take? Fever's carmine eyes, elven features and hair strung from white gold say otherwise. Perhaps a bit short for royalty, but who's to say?
"A little over a month. I work odd hours in Crane's Ridge, so I don't make it out much. But this place, it's..."
She scans the scene; folks dancing, children palming for food and crawling beneath tables, little enchantments serving tea. People she knows, people she doesn't. The atmosphere speaks to an era long before her own, but one she inexplicably finds herself standing at the center of.
"Strange. Nothing like what I'm used to."