[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/241208/a04161052c56932d95d6bf9168fcef02.png[/img][/center][hr][i]The Eastern Gates of Dawnhaven[/i]
[sub][i]Interacting with [@Dark Light]’s Aliseth & [@The Muse]’s Zephyros[/i][/sub][hr]
Nesna froze for a moment as it seemed two separate guards yelled over one another, as if there had been no coordination whatsoever. She tried to hide her confusion until the less intense of the two repeated what they both had said—or rather, attempted to say. Quickly, Nesna cleared her throat and unclamped her cloak so as to make her following movements more apparent. Moving into a full curtsy, Nesna spoke. As she did so, she attempted to keep her mouth from opening too wide and showing any amount of her teeth. Her tone was flat and steady, though not in such a way as to imply that she was particularly calm so much as she was speaking in a well-rehearsed manner, well-accustomed to potentially less-than-friendly questionings.

[color=DDA0DD]“Yes, of course. My apologies for the delay in my resp—”[/color]

Nesna interrupted herself to steady her stance, having been quickly reminded that she had not entered such a pose since before she had transformed. Backtracking into a smaller, more polite curtsy, Nesna continued with her head sympathetically tilted and a melancholic little smile on her lips, [color=DDA0DD]“Please call me Nesna. I have come here from the east of Lunaris so that I may, in some manner, contribute to this haven.”[/color]

Fully rising from her curtsy and returning her gloved hands to be clearly in front of her and unarmed, Nesna then added, [color=DDA0DD]“I grant you that I may not seem as if I might be of much use at all here, and I fully appreciate your apprehension upon seeing me. If there was anything that could be done about this nonsense you see before you, I assure you that I would have done so already. But alas, this is my lot in life, and I only ask that you grant me the privilege of making the best of it. I am no sage, but I am eager to continue learning magic. Having done my best to continue to learn despite this affliction, I intend to do so here as well. Be it work as a scribe or a maid that you ask of me, I wish only that I be afforded sanctuary here and allowed to contribute as best as I am able. That is to say, my intentions are to find sanctuary in Dawnhaven and be of whatever use can be found for me.”[/color]

As she spoke, her attempt at a smile faded, leaving only the melancholic position of her eyes behind. With no pupils or irises—only four pools of softly-glowing lavender—it was difficult to tell what, if anything, she might have been looking at. For her part, Nesna had made an effort in spite of this to avert her eyes from the guards and confine them to the ground near to them, presuming that there might be some other cue they could draw from if so inclined to gather where her line of sight was directed.