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Beauty and grace. That's was the first to come to mind when I saw her. A strange bubbly feeling appeared as soon as I laid my eyes on her.
"This is Lady Josephine Montilyet, our ambassador and chief diplomat.", Cassandra introduced her.
"Andaran atish’an."
She speaks elvish as well!? I was taken aback. It is rare that you hear a human speaking the language of Elvhen.
"You speak Elvhen?", I asked her.
"I'm afraid you just heard the entirety of it."
It was still surprising that a human took to learning a simple phase.
Her voice rang through my head like it was a beautiful song I never wanted to stop hearing.
I noticed that everyone was waiting for me to speak. What had they said? Am I too taken with this woman to even pay the slightest bit of attention?
"Cassandra tells me you have a plan.", yes, that worked.
They're arguing over the Templars and mages now...I place my eyes on Lady Montilyet and investigate her features until she speaks again.
"Unfortunately neither group would speak to us yet.The chantry has denounced the inquisition, and you, specifically."
What is the accent, Antivan?
What do I say back? Something funny? Girls like humor, right?
"That didn't take long." That sounded funnier in my head.
The rest of the meeting is full of me being not sure if what to say and me creepily admiring Lady Montilyet. How had a become so taken with her so quickly? This has never happened before. What am I going to do?
When I first saw her I fell in love with her.