@infernalbound
She’s taken to watching the souls that move through this city with gleaming eyes and an expression that suggests she’s taking in every piece of these people’s souls. The sight of a familiar form (not of an individual, just recognizable features) makes her light up just a bit, her smile wily as she goes about contacting the other.
“Hail! You, wearing the glasses. Let me see your face, I’ll be pleased if my suspicions are correct.” It occurs to her sometimes, that her pattern of speech may be odd by some minds. The process had been given by her own family, in the way her grandfather and his patron spoke to her, how her mother addressed or ordered her. It’s rather unlikely that she will ever grow out of it, as difficult as it may be.
She clears her throat.
“I do not mean to alarm, but I pride myself on recognizing elven ancestry when I do see it. I am hoping my notion is correct.”
