Ocean's Breath Plateau seventy-third

it's a pleasure to meet you. thank you for having us, sir. the noblewoman bows her head and remains silent as rodyn speaks of his bride.
when she first came into this, she didn't understand what the men were speaking of. then, it clicks.

i see.

she listens to the fondness in the sea lord's voice, the pin-point accuracy of his recountance like he'd burned it into his memory. she sees no woman besides him though, so this tale becomes more of a tragedy to the nebet. the mix of sorrow and nostalgia twists her stomach.

she smiles at rodyn as he finishes. it's gentle and a little sympathetic.
quite a feat. is all she can muster.