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though blunt and... certainly not the gentleman her father was, dalia didn't mind velen so much. he was kind of playful-- certainly not dull. but of course, time could always change her opinion of him. her gaze narrowed at him as he called her a ghost, brow furrowed. but her lips were turned into a playful smile-- especially as he let on that he was kidding. she could take a joke! but... dalia couldn't think of anything so witty within a reasonable time, so she fell quiet until velen introduced himself.

"dalia," she introduced, leaning against the bark of the palm, making note of the interesting name that the pale girl before her possessed. who would give a girl such an unfeminine name? in fact, dalia would argue that it was a bit... demeaning. saucy. "you probably should, too, you might break a tooth," she added, almost worriedly.