Northstar Vale you are my friend

It only came to mind, now, that the sibyl was not at all that littler than the fairylight herself; but a part of her took this in elfin stride all the same, for it was not that often where she encountered those as forsaken in the great heights of kin as she — well, they, it seems. Andraste promptly shook the drifting thought from said mind, though it lingered in the evidence of humored lips.

Networking? Writ into the marred face was nothing but bewilderment, until—

"Ah!"  the mondmädchen chirruped, alit with the dawning of realization.  "You mean, you wish to propose accords? ... I would not find fault with such a wish, naturally."  An air of faux smugness; one that she could not ever hope to hold, and so she laughed low and melodic at her own ridicule.