[ Surely, that is Mahasaraswati, she thinks a moment, utterly seized when she looks at Galadriel. As terrible as Kali, as beautiful as Sita. Inspects as she is inspected. The mantra's of a lifetime ago, that she has not bothered to sing outside of her own heart in years. One who is so fair like garlands of Kunda flowers and snowflakes.
Inhuman. Is what she thinks, not as the elves or dwarves, and certainly not as Lycan. But the sense of something so utterly beyond easy comprehension to what she knows. Tall, and that is not strange here. For certainly she and Magni were comparable, and so many people were ( what did they feed them to be such giants? ) But enough to make her look up, bewildered a moment at least, and for her, perhaps more than she'd ever want to admit, that is a great deal - and then carries on. If only because she simply must.
She lowers her head, respectful in greeting, the gold and gems of the nanth that swings from the piercing at her nose when she moves her head. ]
Greetings.
[ Because at least, manners are easy, stepping in when she is invited. To do as offered, taking a seat, mindful not to disturb her weaving and work. ] Pay no mind to it. I keep myself similar.
[ Because after half the mess this place could be, it is at least a nice respite to see someone else that kept everything sparsely neat. Carefully she sets the plate down, mindful where she does so, just as much. ]
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Inhuman. Is what she thinks, not as the elves or dwarves, and certainly not as Lycan. But the sense of something so utterly beyond easy comprehension to what she knows. Tall, and that is not strange here. For certainly she and Magni were comparable, and so many people were ( what did they feed them to be such giants? ) But enough to make her look up, bewildered a moment at least, and for her, perhaps more than she'd ever want to admit, that is a great deal - and then carries on. If only because she simply must.
She lowers her head, respectful in greeting, the gold and gems of the nanth that swings from the piercing at her nose when she moves her head. ]
Greetings.
[ Because at least, manners are easy, stepping in when she is invited. To do as offered, taking a seat, mindful not to disturb her weaving and work. ] Pay no mind to it. I keep myself similar.
[ Because after half the mess this place could be, it is at least a nice respite to see someone else that kept everything sparsely neat. Carefully she sets the plate down, mindful where she does so, just as much. ]