<div style="text-align: center">Myryrra's attention was drawn to the voice that suddenly followed her own, and immediately she was taken aback by the pale, white haired woman. Her presence almost caused her to stagger as the others bowed to her. She took the free moment to move protectively in front of Quee. She only listened to the others' brief conversation to denote that there was an even bigger language barrier involved between herself and these...people. Pausing for a moment, Myryrra studied what would soon be her new home, and then to the bored looking woman. Myryrra's eyes never left the mistress who began to address her, and the elf princess smiled sincerely at the woman's compromise, though it faltered somewhat when she caught sight of razor sharp teeth. She swallows softly, then begins to speak.<br/>
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"I'm glad to hear that Quee is welcome, but he will have to be kept outside. He's a garden slug, and will reward you all by causing more flowers to grow outside. His secretions act as a fertilizer and it would only go to waste in my chambers." Myryrra answers politely and slowly walks up to the woman. Myryrra appeared to be genuinely pleased by the idea of flowers, and still seemed oblivious as ever to who the other woman was. The guards look among themselves, like who is this person to come into someone's home demanding things. "I would be sad if anything were happen to Quee, he is my companion." Myryrra glances around the room at Aris and the others, taking a pause from her conversation with the mysterious strangers. <br/>
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"Aris, will you and the others continue bringing in my things?" Myryrra said in her natural tongue to the other Elves, giving a gentle bow of the head to each other. <br/>
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 "That should be alright with the prince, I hope. I'd like to see him soon if possible, I've brought him a gift from Loriondri."  Myryrra continues in English, turning around with her fingertips pressed against each other. Truthfully, she wanted to see what the prince looked like in person. Was he tall, or short? Handsome or average? Kind or cruel? Myryrra, uncertain of all these things hid her emotions quite well, though she couldn't hide her curiosity at the woman who commanded the guards."Will you tell him I've arrived?" Myryrra hoped she hadn't overstepped any boundaries by making such a request, but her anxiousness about the whole process was starting to show. <br/>
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Her reception so far had been lacking, but she wouldn't take it out on anyone. Maybe that was a good sign, the prince wasn't obsessed with appearances. She would find comfort in the simplicity and lack of details, maybe.​</div>