eachdraidh | video; both courts

[ when the video begins, there's a woman peering into it. she's a contrast to her brother-- all pale gold and ivory, soft and a little ethereal. she hesitates a brief moment, then sits back, folding her hands lightly together in her lap. ]

Good day. My apologies for not introducing myself before now. I have been.. recovering. [ from what, well, it's not something she's sharing. she offers a small smile, though, entire face seeming to brighten with it. ] I believe my brother has already made quite an impression, though, so perhaps it's time. My name is Nuala, twin to Prince Nuada and daughter of King Balor of Clan Bethmoora. Our people have long been called elves, and it is with that thought in mind that--in particular--I wish to hail our otherworld kin. [ her smile widens faintly, and she has to duck her head for a moment, fingertips coming to her lips as if a little overwhelmed. she takes a breath, then, and lifts her chin again. ]

I beg your pardon. I am simply.. very glad. .. Which is not to say that I am not equally glad to meet those of other races, mortal and otherwise.

[ she presses her fingertips together in her lap, glancing down at them briefly as she considers what else she wants to say. ]

If I might also inquire.. is there a need for healers? I typically work with the land, but.. it feels relatively healthy here. The bodies of people, then-- though I must confess that my strength is not currently what it was. [ a brief pause, then a polite bow of her head. ] Thank you for your time. [ and the feed ends. ]

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[Woah, she looks so amazing . . . Dorian responds after he is done being mesmerized by the strange and awesome sight, but a little shyly.] You heal, Your Highness? May I ask . . . how it is that you heal, with magic? By what principles, I mean, in what manner.

Some races call it magic, yes. [ she smiles again, encouraging. ] It is simply.. natural to my people, though it does take training to master its usage. You are a magic-user, yourself?

No! No, no, I have no magic, nothing magical about me in the slightest. [He tries, okay.] I was only curious about . . . about the principles behind healing.

[ he's so flustered. it's.. strangely sweet. ]

It would be difficult for me to explain, unfortunately. Better that I should show you, should we have chance to meet. [ a beat, head tilting faintly, blinking curiously. ] .. Ah, but you have yet to introduce yourself.

[Oh no! He has no social graces! He is a social failure. But he remembers what Aster told him, and he forces himself to take it with less fluster than usual. Or he tries at least.] Ah, my apologies. Um, my name is Dorian Gray. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Your Highness.

It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, as well, Master Gray. You needn't apologize. If anything, I am sorry if I've unbalanced you at all. [ her smile returns, then. ] May I ask about your interest in magic?

[She's so nice. And he doesn't want to lie to her. But he doesn't want to say "I accidentally sold my soul and now I'm trying to figure out how that even works because seriously this is weird so I'm basically stumbling in the dark trying to work this out." So he is even more flustered, and shy and shameful, as he bows his head.] It . . . is for a friend. Who has newly discovered a magical element in his life. It is an academic interest.

[A+.]

A friend. [ her smile says she isn't quite fooled. ] Well, I would be only too glad to speak to you for the sake of your friend, though this is a conversation likely better had in person.

[no SHE IS TOTALLY FOOLED HE IS A CUNNING LIAR] Ah, perhaps in the library? If you are of Caer Glaem.