{ the mother confessor is no stranger to magical creatures, beautiful and various, but this... the likes of these creatures, these beings, she has never had the pleasure of seeing. they are strange, beautiful, elusive... she will have to see if there is literature, or perhaps someone willing to speak with her about their customs and values. she would like to know their history as well, of course, but all things in due time. she is patient. for the time being, she drinks her surroundings in with a soft smile upon her face, though she remains alert and ever vigilant in the case of any potential threats. she wants to be as friendly as possible, just in case there is cause for potential allegiances... but she is carefully studying each person she comes across, for their truths, to see if they have deceptive hearts or honorable ones. the festivities seem to be well-meaning, without much for ulterior motives, and it isn't long before she finds herself in a position to allow the slightest indulgence of one goblet's worth of wine. she chooses not to imbibe much, as a rule, but there's no sense in avoiding the enjoyment of the revelry while there's still time to do so. she senses something heavy in the air, something that speaks of battle and danger, and she realizes that it may not last long. }
kahlan amnell ♬ legend of the seeker ♫ oo1.