[ Some small part of him can't help but be charmed by the so-very-official nature of it all. Not that he has no intention of taking her request seriously, but...well, he's going to have to figure out something to do with the jammy parchment. For now, though, he (carefully) takes it in hand. ]
Gabranth. [ He pauses, considering her earlier declarations. ] Have I correctly assumed that you are an heiress of royal blood?
[ He can only assume as much, after all, from the way she'd called herself Empress Emily and the stately air she attempts to maintain. Of course, the possibility remains that she's merely pretending at such things, or that she's already assumed the throne — but the fairies do seem inclined to drawing in shardbearers of royal descent, in regards to the former, and she seems rather young for the latter.
Then again, she can't be much younger than Larsa... ]
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Gabranth. [ He pauses, considering her earlier declarations. ] Have I correctly assumed that you are an heiress of royal blood?
[ He can only assume as much, after all, from the way she'd called herself Empress Emily and the stately air she attempts to maintain. Of course, the possibility remains that she's merely pretending at such things, or that she's already assumed the throne — but the fairies do seem inclined to drawing in shardbearers of royal descent, in regards to the former, and she seems rather young for the latter.
Then again, she can't be much younger than Larsa... ]