[ ...well. That makes a change! She gets ser or Warden Tavarys on occasion, but never madame, which strikes her as more a title one would use for formal acquaintanceship. While that does seem to be what they are indeed doing at the age of 35 she could probably count her experiences with formality on one hand. ]
Argent.
[ the omission of a surname might be perceived as a slight, but if she's honest she just--rarely uses it unless it's part of the ~warden title, and that's complicated enough as is. Either way she does do away with any doubt via the fact that she comes close enough to extend her tiny, tiny hand for a shake rather than, perhaps, a curtsy. Her grip suggests she's had reason to practice. She takes a closer look at the staff itself now that she's up close; necrotic magic isn't the kind she typically deals with on the grounds that it's nigh-useless against darkspawn, but she's curious because of course she is. If she had been born a cat instead of an elf she'd be like, super dead by now. ]
And sure, I'm not exactly being deluged with more pressing obligations.
[ Her expression skews a few degrees mischievous, mostly at the same corner of the mouth that stabtastic earned from Emmrich. ]
One condition, though.
[ look at her, she's angelic! While her affect is not precisely flirty, it does engender the sense that to whatever small extent she's taking him into her confidence. ]
Are you from Nevarra? I can't tell from looking or anything, I'm just the absolute and immortal queen of mastering context clues. [ she gestures to the staff, starfish-spread fingers expansive. ] If you are, I dunno jack or shit about the magic that must be your day-to-day, sooooooo. I contribute to your fund of knowledge, you contribute to mine?
[She does not actually know how much this might delight Emmrich, but she's never met a Nevarran mage before; not taking the opportunity seems deeply stupid. Plus, as her player fucking forgot, he also pulled down a book about his possible place of origin! ]
no subject
Argent.
[ the omission of a surname might be perceived as a slight, but if she's honest she just--rarely uses it unless it's part of the ~warden title, and that's complicated enough as is. Either way she does do away with any doubt via the fact that she comes close enough to extend her tiny, tiny hand for a shake rather than, perhaps, a curtsy. Her grip suggests she's had reason to practice. She takes a closer look at the staff itself now that she's up close; necrotic magic isn't the kind she typically deals with on the grounds that it's nigh-useless against darkspawn, but she's curious because of course she is. If she had been born a cat instead of an elf she'd be like, super dead by now. ]
And sure, I'm not exactly being deluged with more pressing obligations.
[ Her expression skews a few degrees mischievous, mostly at the same corner of the mouth that stabtastic earned from Emmrich. ]
One condition, though.
[ look at her, she's angelic! While her affect is not precisely flirty, it does engender the sense that to whatever small extent she's taking him into her confidence. ]
Are you from Nevarra? I can't tell from looking or anything, I'm just the absolute and immortal queen of mastering context clues. [ she gestures to the staff, starfish-spread fingers expansive. ] If you are, I dunno jack or shit about the magic that must be your day-to-day, sooooooo. I contribute to your fund of knowledge, you contribute to mine?
[She does not actually know how much this might delight Emmrich, but she's never met a Nevarran mage before; not taking the opportunity seems deeply stupid. Plus, as her player fucking forgot, he also pulled down a book about his possible place of origin! ]