"Rhy will be--" Hosting. There was a brief flicker of a smile, even as she turned it all over and pilfered through the information that was given. "I hope he is excited to do so." It sounded like a great privilege and one that would not be taken lightly. That is, until she remembered...
Rhy's eye. Rhy, hosting magic duels and grand balls, now sporting the eye of an Antari. Unconsciously, Neria brushed up against Kell's thoughts, as if seeking an opinion to a question she hadn't even properly asked, but then she was gone again. Kell needed his focus, as did she.
The rest of the information wasn't altogether surprising. Testing strength without aggression. Orlais did something similar, hosting grand jousts. The Marches did as well. But they weren't based in magic. She saw the threads Maxim and Emira painted for her without needing to go further. Celebrations of allies while taking great care to discover who was a threat and who needed to be watched.
It was cunning and clever. Her countenance was thoughtful and not one of reproach. She started to say something else, to comment on such a thing, when she noticed the King's eyes upon her.
Neria shifted somewhat, but not entirely uncomfortably. Slowly, she lifted her hands to tug back the pieces of her hair that she allowed to be long, pulling them aside so she could expose one pointed ear. "I've had a great deal of practice making myself seem human, Your Grace. Elves have very few differences in our physical traits from humans as well. Our eyes are different at night, noticeably so, for instance." She lowered her hair once more, smoothing it back into place. "They say that, once, we were a race predisposed to magic but if that was true, I'm afraid it is long gone." Carefully, she did not mention how it was humans who caused the great genocide of her race. "We are not a well loved people."
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Rhy's eye. Rhy, hosting magic duels and grand balls, now sporting the eye of an Antari. Unconsciously, Neria brushed up against Kell's thoughts, as if seeking an opinion to a question she hadn't even properly asked, but then she was gone again. Kell needed his focus, as did she.
The rest of the information wasn't altogether surprising. Testing strength without aggression. Orlais did something similar, hosting grand jousts. The Marches did as well. But they weren't based in magic. She saw the threads Maxim and Emira painted for her without needing to go further. Celebrations of allies while taking great care to discover who was a threat and who needed to be watched.
It was cunning and clever. Her countenance was thoughtful and not one of reproach. She started to say something else, to comment on such a thing, when she noticed the King's eyes upon her.
Neria shifted somewhat, but not entirely uncomfortably. Slowly, she lifted her hands to tug back the pieces of her hair that she allowed to be long, pulling them aside so she could expose one pointed ear. "I've had a great deal of practice making myself seem human, Your Grace. Elves have very few differences in our physical traits from humans as well. Our eyes are different at night, noticeably so, for instance." She lowered her hair once more, smoothing it back into place. "They say that, once, we were a race predisposed to magic but if that was true, I'm afraid it is long gone." Carefully, she did not mention how it was humans who caused the great genocide of her race. "We are not a well loved people."