[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/241208/a04161052c56932d95d6bf9168fcef02.png[/img][/center][hr][i]The Eye of the Beholder[/i][hr]
Nesna nodded along as the Coswains advised her. Her expression drifted from genuine interest to skepticism, and then, at last, she closed her eyes and inhaled as her lips drew into the curious, tight-lipped smile of someone who was trying to figure out how to phrase something just so.

She held her hand up to her nose for a moment, let out a restrained exhalation, and clicked her tongue.

[color=DDA0DD]“I realize now that some context might have been beneficial,”[/color] she responded. She sat back in her chair and looked to Persephone, all four of her eyes seemingly fixated in her direction. Nesna clasped her hands together again, inhaling sharply again.

[color=DDA0DD]“I am under no illusions that I could, in some hypothetical world, be of use here. Rather, I understand well the burdens of nobility, to say nothing of fears for one’s safety. I only wish to be sympathetic in my presentation so as to ease anxieties that one afflicted as myself might inspire. In another life, I would have surely pursued sagedom legitimately, but as the case may be, I am restrained to beseeching obvious betters for such a privilege rather than pursuing such…magical proficiency and wisdom as a matter of right.”[/color]

Looking to Coswain, Nesna continued, [color=DDA0DD]“You had mentioned, Milord, that you were Castellan. My great-grandfather, in fact, held such a title. Or, rather, holds, I believe. Of course, my great-grandmother—may she rest in peace—was Countess, which I suppose diminishes the title in some measure, but never mind that—”[/color]

Shaking her head and waving her hand quickly, as if clearing the air, Nesna looked between both Coswains.

[color=DDA0DD]“My point is to say that I am by birth familiar with these sorts of stresses, if only in a lesser form. I am comfortable following even the most evidently arbitrary of rules, for they serve some purpose until we declare otherwise. My only wish is to demonstrate my willingness to serve and my intention to be a boon. But if I understand your counsel correctly, this Astaros Prince—he is a man of more practical, austere disposition, then? Having spoken with Mistress Sya previously, I’ve gathered as much that this place is indeed quite…loose…in its, shall I say, pleasantries. My concern is to avoid giving any impression of entitlement and monstrosity that some, most of all the one—the beastly brute—who attacked Her Highness have suggested afflicted ones such as myself to perhaps be. One can hardly imagine that the privilege of becoming a sage and assisting in the noble pursuit of eliminating the Blight would be granted to anyone, most of all one such as myself, who could not demonstrate an acceptable disposition, obedient demeanour, and deep desire to work feverishly to help in bringing about some manner of solution.”[/color]

Nesna furrowed her brow and rubbed her neck for a moment.

[color=DDA0DD]“I suppose a better way of putting it is just that I really have a hard time believing that there isn’t more to it.”[/color]

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