[before him, the air shimmers slightly, and the form of a young woman is revealed. richly dressed, with braided hair and a flowing veil. her eyes, however, are bright - more curious than her whispers may have implied her to be. restored to form, her voice is still soft, but not almost lost.]
You may be correct, for a fairy I might be. But welcome, sir, as a familiar of our lord.
[and she extends her hand, looking for his own to press.]
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You may be correct, for a fairy I might be. But welcome, sir, as a familiar of our lord.
[and she extends her hand, looking for his own to press.]