Northstar Vale and we weren't even married (dmn?)

Dismissal; disrespect.

Kalika would look back into the face of Faerie and see a smile that was too full of pearlsome teeth; a sanctimonious half-snarl beneath rosé, flaring nose and eyes heavy-lashed and star-bright; red-hewn lips melted to porcelain, easing into the marble finality of a simper that ensured what she had heard as the siren sung her song. And so there came an answer  –  one of a female unversed with being in the arresting arms of authority and yet, regardless of ragged breaths, of eyes that wavered against such a foreign host within, still attempted to drudge up an answer worthy of reckoning:  “Only a necessary evil. I impressed upon her that I, Undómiel, am not of weak nature.”  Simper unfurled again to skullgrin under crowsfoot, cunning eyes; inexperienced amidst this singular element.

Still, still; shorn brow writ with hazy, bemused apology:  “I fear that I have forgotten to remind you of such. Forgive me,”  sneering unseelie, now,  “you are still so new, of course. So ... benighted.”  Unbalanced, she;
still riding the magicks and reeking of it; her soul arching, shivering out its ruff. Open-mouthed; soft sighs of hindsight with winged brows imploring the waterlily:  “Perchance it would be best to relieve you of your charged quest, would it not?”