Fairspell Meadow the world has turned and left me here

[table width=80%][tr][td]Her brows moved the tiniest bit, shifting the stars on her forehead, as she expected a greeting back. A look of expectance and confusion was the most she could muster as she dared to step just a few inches closer. Did he even understand? Her accent was so light that it should not disturb the understanding of it to a native speaker, and yet the man seemed... unamused? Not interested? Deaf? Honestly, Nyx could not tell; not even with her wits and natural talent of convincing and manipulating others.

You are not a very talkative man then. She concluded. You simply must greet ladies whenever they approach you - it is gentlemanly. She explained. Where had he come from? Do you understand me? She asked.[/td][/tr][/table]