♕ ; Angelic, the stranger appeared, almost seemingly rid of traces all evil and wrongdoings (the foreign person hadn't derived from Aeolous, after all). It's almost cryptic of how such a nature would unveil itself, in the render of a childish figure and innocent visage. Withholding false allegations, the princess dons an expression of curiosity and dutifully quirks a silver brow. "Foreign... aren't you?" The words are all but sweet and humble, though intrigued by the stranger's intentions (unlikely to be hostile, she supposes) she pursues her speech. "Who may you be?"

Welcome to Euphaice, kind Cleric.