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The girl was young. Really young, at least by Iseult's standards. She appeared human and, as such, looking like a fifteen-ordinance-old girl meant that she was probably half Iseult's own age...which made her younger than any of Iseult's other siblings. Which was just weird that the girl was staring at her with such intensity and unmistakable hunger that it made Iseult lean back against the headrest of her chair as if that little extra space between them might do her a bit of good.
"I've never been particularly good at stories," she murmured, poking at her food with her fork and wondering how exactly to be rid of her unwelcome table guest. Strange table guest she was, too.
As to the other things, Iseult had been wondering why her, of all the people to choose from, and she frowned slightly at the mention that she was "charming" and "pretty". She'd never considered herself either, having been teased often enough over her appearance when young and certainly possessing more in the way of scowls and glares than smiles and laughter. Charming people seemed more like Rougenoe, with his ability to talk, or even the Leonards with their out-going confidence.
Thinking of the Leonards made Iseult frown. Not from any sort of dislike or hatred, but rather because she felt suddenly puzzled abut the girl in front of her. Like there was something familiar about her. Only Iseult knew she had never seen her before. Or..had she? She was suddenly confused and second-guessing herself, so she did not snap at the girl to get lost as she might have done otherwise. "Right. I'm sure your instincts are great." She frowned, tapping a finger against her chin. "And...who're you?"
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