                   funeral wreath || bluebcll
                            She does look vaguely familiar.
        Perhaps they’ve met. Well, perhaps he’s met her from his time in the ring. Maybe from the future? He does remember someone with long blue hair - though, perhaps that may have been someone else. But - he’s never been one to discount his memory, so he raises his head lightly as he thinks, before letting out a soft huff and moving forward to enter her line of sight.
        They’ve never met, he knows that, - and that means that Alaude enters his own standard of curt politeness. It was still sharp, but nowhere near enough to be considered rude or impolite. It was merely sharp to carry and enunciate, and an after-effect of his usual seriousness.
             “ Excuse me, miss, “ he starts out, “ Have we seen each other before? “
