[Conjuring magic. Interesting! It was a rare thing back home. Ariadne has only seen it a handful of times.
From very, very powerful beings.
So what does that make him? She can't say.]
Ariadne of Valeria.
[She gives him a polite curtsy, her long braid falling out of its knot at the base of her neck, tumbling down her shoulder like a rope.]
Except nobody calls me that and everyone calls me "Airy."
[A nickname that suits, her really. There a certain lightness to her, from the way she speaks to the way she moves her head. Birdlike. As if, any moment, she might spread wings and take off. As if gravity is only just barely holding her down.]
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From very, very powerful beings.
So what does that make him? She can't say.]
Ariadne of Valeria.
[She gives him a polite curtsy, her long braid falling out of its knot at the base of her neck, tumbling down her shoulder like a rope.]
Except nobody calls me that and everyone calls me "Airy."
[A nickname that suits, her really. There a certain lightness to her, from the way she speaks to the way she moves her head. Birdlike. As if, any moment, she might spread wings and take off. As if gravity is only just barely holding her down.]