[ Lauralae stands as tall as she can make herself with her far smaller height, trying to muster herself to be as intimidating as she might be. It does not work; she is small, and her frame is slight, and there is no strength to her, and thus she looks more like some kind of kitten attempting to hiss at their master. ]
It is unknown to many of this realm.
[ There have been other elves in this place, even those who might be from a realm familiar to her own, but that does not mean they are identical to hers. Astarion is from her own world, but she does not know him for it, does not recognise him. She wishes she had, that she had known him before, however imperfect that meeting might be.
She would look for many of her fellows in her world, if she had the strength. ]
The pleasure is mine, Marazhai Aezyrraesh. I know little of the Kabal of the Reaving Tempest, nor or Carrocius the Pale, but I respect you for your ventures all the same.
[ Leaning her head back all the more, she does not flinch to look upon him, head tilting instead. ]
I am small for my kind, but not terribly so. Are your kind always so large?
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It is unknown to many of this realm.
[ There have been other elves in this place, even those who might be from a realm familiar to her own, but that does not mean they are identical to hers. Astarion is from her own world, but she does not know him for it, does not recognise him. She wishes she had, that she had known him before, however imperfect that meeting might be.
She would look for many of her fellows in her world, if she had the strength. ]
The pleasure is mine, Marazhai Aezyrraesh. I know little of the Kabal of the Reaving Tempest, nor or Carrocius the Pale, but I respect you for your ventures all the same.
[ Leaning her head back all the more, she does not flinch to look upon him, head tilting instead. ]
I am small for my kind, but not terribly so. Are your kind always so large?