Quickly, she seizes on the artist's attention, bow, words, rather than letting herself think of Minrathous. The Maker alone knows what she'll call into being if she thinks of Minrathous.
"My nonsense is only proper praise for having so faithfully captured this nonsense." Alexandrie smiles brightly, although she's quickly forced to cover both smile and nose with her handkerchief in light distress as the intensely powerful smell of of hot rotting remains washes past in the wake of the creature. She coughs primly into it rather than gagging as her throat is most desirous of.
"Where did you study?" she inquires, muffled by the cloth but perfectly genial despite both stench and remaining horrors.
no subject
Minrathous.
Quickly, she seizes on the artist's attention, bow, words, rather than letting herself think of Minrathous. The Maker alone knows what she'll call into being if she thinks of Minrathous.
"My nonsense is only proper praise for having so faithfully captured this nonsense." Alexandrie smiles brightly, although she's quickly forced to cover both smile and nose with her handkerchief in light distress as the intensely powerful smell of of hot rotting remains washes past in the wake of the creature. She coughs primly into it rather than gagging as her throat is most desirous of.
"Where did you study?" she inquires, muffled by the cloth but perfectly genial despite both stench and remaining horrors.