Christine scoffs. "I only needed the nobles for their money in order to fund my research, but now that the Inquisition has Samson and his armor, I am quite well set up for funds." And therefore she has no need of the nobles anymore.
She hums at Araceli's observations. "No, indeed. Our lives were very strict and confined." But no longer. Here she is walking in the crisp air with a nuggalope of all things at her side. A chuckle escapes her at her friend's dramatics, though she is curious to see such a drawing.
"Oh, Maker, I do not know! I suppose something like..." There's a pause as her eyes take in the animal and his massive size. Like a mountain, he is. A brief smile touches her lips.
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She hums at Araceli's observations. "No, indeed. Our lives were very strict and confined." But no longer. Here she is walking in the crisp air with a nuggalope of all things at her side. A chuckle escapes her at her friend's dramatics, though she is curious to see such a drawing.
"Oh, Maker, I do not know! I suppose something like..." There's a pause as her eyes take in the animal and his massive size. Like a mountain, he is. A brief smile touches her lips.
"Korth, perhaps."