The pale-haired sky-elf nodded and gave a bow.
Sylvan:
"I am called Eärissien, your Highness."
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Nearby, the same elven woman that had attended Arion, Lureene, and Sasha at the baths sought to approach, and was given leave to do so. Having observed the Princess greet the late Hetaera after the way of their sisterhood, the priestess did the same, hands crossed like a butterfly. "Princess Alissariel, the last person our beloved Hetaera spoke with was you." Taking a deep breath to calm herself, the woman trusted in hope and continued in the tongue of the Faerie Queen's court. Sylvan:
"The two of you greeted one another as sisters, might you have seen in Wingilmë's eyes her last desire? Our ways are not like those of our sisters at the abbey, matters such as succession have never arisen before in our house. What shall we do?" As the taller woman poured out her worries, the nods and whispers amongst the other priestesses and acolytes left little doubt that this woman's thoughts also spoke for her sisters. |