#lorenz1

Any face from her own world is a good face to see- is what Rhea was thinking before laying eyes on the person that seemed to at least closely resemble the student she knew as Lorenz. Granted last she saw him it seemed like he was trying very hard to hold back tears from losing the White Heron cup. Not that she would bring that up, either.

And- it’s not as if she’s unhappy to see him, but she can’t help but feel a little put off by the others change in appearance. He’s older- for some reason, how much older? she isn’t sure exactly . . . In her time she’s seen many humans grow old if she had to wager a guess under 10 years. It was sometimes hard to be sure though.

“Lorenz, that is you is it not?” Perhaps a slight hint of hesitation in her voice, she was not dressed as the Archbishop, she had not been since her first night in this city. Although she’s sure he will still recognize her. “Forgive me if I am mistaken you look . . . Different.” For a lack of a better word. A glance around at his current circumstance, he seemed to be keeping the area clean of trash and debris- or at least trying too. So she simply had to word it . . . Politely.