[There's no mistaking her Shahrizai features. Ebony black hair, porcelain skin, and startling blue eyes, Favrielle would know them anywhere, even a world away it seems.
She notices those eyes shift down to the scar on her lip, and for the first time in months, she finds it unsettling. Drawing that familiar, hard shell around her, Favrielle merely draws her shoulders back and manages a bare smile.]
Indeed, this is no where that either of us ever expected to be, I imagine. My name is Favrielle nó Eglantine.
[She introduces herself first, knowing that the woman is likely one of the great houses of Terre d'Ange.]
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She notices those eyes shift down to the scar on her lip, and for the first time in months, she finds it unsettling. Drawing that familiar, hard shell around her, Favrielle merely draws her shoulders back and manages a bare smile.]
Indeed, this is no where that either of us ever expected to be, I imagine. My name is Favrielle nó Eglantine.
[She introduces herself first, knowing that the woman is likely one of the great houses of Terre d'Ange.]