"Oh, no, please, do tell. I, uh, I'm not--I don't have v-very g-good manners. I u-usually keep to my-myself. I do beg y-your pardon, I--I don't kn-know what's wrong with me."
It wasn't as though Niniel had been infatuated with a man, or elf in this case, before. Indeed, she had never been around any male, of any race, who was nearly as kind and well-spoken as was Soronume. Well, if she had, she didn't remember it. Most of the men she'd known had been rough, coarse fellows without any manners at all.
She shook her head a little, reminding herself that she didn't want to remember a great deal of her past. She motioned to Chrestienne to tell her tale. Maybe it would get her mind off the man she could never have.
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