[The antlers get a brief glance and that was it. Ianthe was familiar with the spirit stuff of Gilia's people, though this did make the reaction to her stag mask at the one party all the more interesting. Shifting her gaze to look past the physically to the spiritual, she looked at the spirit bonded with Gala, wondering if it was a aware of what was going on as the Sea-Father was.]
A pleasure to meet you, Galamiła. [Just to remind the knight that pleasantries were necessary. She was going to have to treat the woman like a a cavalier, wasn't she?] This way.
[Ianthe didn't hurry as she lead the way to the tailor. She didn't run and there was no need to hasten when Gilia was perfectly safe. Gala needed to chill in the anxiety.]
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A pleasure to meet you, Galamiła. [Just to remind the knight that pleasantries were necessary. She was going to have to treat the woman like a a cavalier, wasn't she?] This way.
[Ianthe didn't hurry as she lead the way to the tailor. She didn't run and there was no need to hasten when Gilia was perfectly safe. Gala needed to chill in the anxiety.]