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When Vincent approached, the woman tilted her head a and replied with a well mannered, "Serale."
Her vivid blue eyes brushed over his person without any trace of judgment. She seemed about to answer his question when her companion intervened. There was no hint of irritation at his interjection, the woman merely leaned towards the Duke and maintained an attractive and polite expression. Occasionally she nodded to show her agreement with his statements.
As introductions were made she gave a slim, cool smile to Vincent and murmured, "A Pleasure." Eventually her voice hummed into the conversation more substantially.
"Ah, a provost? That explains the rather vigilant posture of your companions." As she mentioned them, the Daltinan lady smiled towards their way.
"Yes, do join us for a drink or two. Or at least some conversation."
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"I saw a white flower standing straight and proud, shapely as a lily, and yet knew that it was hard, as if wrought by elf-wrights out of steel. Or was it, maybe, a frost that had turned its sap to ice, and so it stood, bitter-sweet, still fair to see, but stricken."
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