Whitewater Gorge Hydrogen

he came closer, and she regarded him with bright eyes. he was large! perhaps larger than her dear new friend, @Nils! his eyes were pale and soft, somehow... he reminded her much of Medusa, another friend dear to her heart. but in his own way, he was becoming. his size suited him.
breakfast! she smiled at him, laughing lightly at the combination of the words, and nodded. yes, I suppose that is right, for it was, was it not?! and she had probably heard it referred to as such, for the word felt familiar. easier and less longwinded than breaking my fast.
and he seemed gentle, he observed! she spoke again then, a polite hello, before the attendant returned and place before them a small tray to share. meats of the wild were upon it; hare, vole, an old deer thigh that had been brought with them on the trip. and that was when the attendant announced her to him, you speak with Muat-riya Isetnofret "Toula", Princess of the Red Serpent,
and used to such, she did not bat an eye! her smile only grew brighter as she thanked the one with them then, before she asked, what is your name?