The Tangle most of your facial features are in the right place

sorry I'm awful aaahhhh. can we pull this forward to present so the joining thread doesn't need backdating?

The shame was really about more than just her mistaken assumption; she was decidedly grateful when the male moved on. Étoille, She tested the name on her tongue with a dip of her head. It was foreign and lovely— and suddenly the pale man seemed more interesting.
It's a pleasure, Branwen murmured warmly; formalities were familiar, easy. Her gaze flitted across stoic features only for a few beats before her eyes widened in surprise, finally processing his words— Steltrona— I knew it! The girl blurted, not loud but undeniably excited. Hadn't she, in a way? Granted, she had suspected he was some sort of enemy spy— and really, it was only her own paranoia— but hey, she was gonna let herself have this, damnit.
She didn't elaborate; there wasn't much time to, anyway. Étoille was speaking again— and then he had turned, and automatically Branwen followed. If he had expected a quiet journey, well... that poor, ignorant man. Branwen was, unfortunately, terrible at staying quiet for more than a few minutes.
What was that language? Her voice was slightly hushed, but full of undisguised fascination. She had, after all, come here mainly to learn; to grow, and perhaps one day become worldly. For now she was only a slightly awkward, overly curious youth— but hopefully one who could coax a bit of information from the snow-furred Steltrona.