this time around, the starborn princess fights her urge to not arch a brow at his rather forward remark of dropping titles. personally, she didn't care much for them either, she only allows the illusion to remain because she didn't wish for others to become too comfortable around her. or believe even for a moment, they are her friend or an acquaintance unless she's offered such a hand. her mother and high queen of aurelis would call astra too paranoid, too cautious, and maybe in the past she would be correct. now, however, astra couldn't drop her habit of eying almost everyone with some degree of suspicion due to their graver circumstances. this lord is a fae, which is a relief, she supposed, but that also drew a string of questions she'd have to wait to ask. "not until i am comfortable around another, or we are familiars of sorts, lord lakeith." although her tone wasn't unkind, more frank. "so, you will likely have to earn that privilege." not that she was sending him an invitation to try such a thing. she would admit to herself, this man oozed charm, with his pretty smile and piercing eyes that appeared as if they could stare right into someone's very soul, and an equally slick tongue. perhaps, she'd even admit he was beautiful in a rather startling way, but one thing astra had learned from past experience, pretty faces were the most deceiving. were she the sort to be easily charmed, his easy candor would have tempted her to divulge her secrets.
the stormborn closed her sketch book but kept it firmly on her lap, honey hues studying him, as if that would give her the answers she was searching for. it was a startling realization that she found she was studying him for reasons beyond her suspicion, and with a tiny flare of inexplicable curiosity that did allow her to relent. or perhaps this odd sensation tugged at her, the longer she continued to watch him as if it didn't allow her to leave just yet. she tells herself for her court, she'd have to build better relations with their fellow neighbors than to alienate them. she was no ambassador, thank the stars, but as a princess of aurelion, astra didn't wish disappointment her parents. "if you intend to linger, please sit, i'm not too found of being hovered over." she motioned to the seat across from her. "you will not." astra finally answers his inquiry, her tone easing some of it's earlier bite. "i haven't and that's entirely by choice- my muse is rather unpredictable." it wasn't a complete lie, but today her drawings were for information rather than enjoyment or leisure. as her fingers traced the edge of her sketch book, she idly wondered how the shades of his eyes would appear on her oil canvas, she had purchased a rare shade of green paint that matched this lord's gaze perfectly. as ridiculous as it sounded, and it wasn't that astraea didn't paint strangers, or had an aversion to it, but it was odd to think of doing so with this male before her, for reasons she can't explain. it was almost unnerving as his gaze remained on hers, so she spoke once more to divert his attention, "so, what does this vaelorian lord do in his spare time when he's not hovering over unsuspecting ladies?"