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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[Honestly, he finds her less interesting than her brother... if for no other reason than Lusiphur isn't allowing himself to be distracted by a pretty face right now. Plus, she's way too formal for Luse to know how to interact with properly. The twins are on the "wrong side" anyway, but he did already pester her brother, so ]

It's always good to know who the healers are.

Indeed it is, especially in times of war. Though I had hoped to be done with war. I suppose there's no escaping it.

[Lusiphur has never seen war, although his own world seemed to be headed straight into it in the near future... not that it mattered since he's stuck here. But he's seen plenty of fighting, and healers have always treated him right.]

There's always a way to avoid it. But to escape it, then you're either dead or a coward. [and Lusiphur is a coward, but it keeps him alive. Way to be charming for the lady, Luse.]