Duskfire Glacier queen's court

first she noted his fine movements - nowhere near her people's, of course, but mimicry was a form of flattery, oui.

and his bow! what a polite little brute. her attentions swept forward as he gave a proper introduction.

oh? queenly hand rose to her countenance, obscuring the bottom of it like a spread fan. behind it, her eyes gleamed.



i haf only made assoomption, but toi is truly noble, mm?

her sight rowed his lesser form, black with a raven's sheen. taller than she, oui, but the mountain mademoiselle had more to her build.

yeur apologee iz azzepted, monsieur imeut. mm, what bringz yeu so far from 'ome et kingdom?