[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/241208/a04161052c56932d95d6bf9168fcef02.png[/img][/center][hr][i]The Eye of the Beholder[/i][hr]
Nesna smiled brightly at Nathaniel’s suggestion that her introduction might have even been suitable for the Aurelian Prince. Perhaps it indeed was, but it needed a bit of work still—stammering and blubbering like a fool in front of royalty of any sort? Surely that would not stand. In some measure, Nesna’s skepticism at the notion might have flickered across her smile, though Nathaniel’s introduction dragged her out of the doubt before there was much time for it to take place.

An Aurelian, he was? And one from their capital, no less? Perhaps this place was, truthfully, more than a little place to banish stubborn princes and blightborn with the nerve to cling to life. How curious. And how inspiring! Nesna’s smile rallied over the course of Nathaniel’s introduction, even as the fact that there may well have been much greater academics than she’d ever aspired to be running the research here already dawned upon her. Was [i]she[/i] at all necessary, or even, possibly, at all of use? Perhaps, perhaps not. But more Sages coming from Aurelia still must have been a good sign that something could yet come of all this. And maybe, just maybe, even a cure.

[color=DDA0DD]“What a blessing it is. And how auspicious it is that so many have come together to work to fix all of this…”[/color] she began.

Wait. He had said he was a Sage, hadn’t he?

[color=DDA0DD]“Excuse me for the indiscretion, but you [i]are[/i] a Sage, are you not? I fear I’ve been presumptuous.”[/color]

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