It was a nice receiving hall, she thought at least, for it just contained the King and his guest. That was a small mercy in her mind, for at the moment she had no wish to deal with any of the nobles nor their feeling of a need to impart 'wisdom' to her. Part of her felt bad for Caolán, for he could not brush other's off as she could with muttered words of training and duties to attend, no, the poor man had to listen to every ass in his court bray out their opinion as if it were the one that would save them all. And now, apparently, another had come to join the collection of handsome lordlings who did nothing.<br/><br/>Still Khalida inclined her head respectfully when the King named her, one hand wrapped around the hilt of her sword and the other resting on a hip, the pose of a warrior called before their liege but ready for action regardless. The information that the man was from Irelki was surprising and heartening, Irelki had ancient magics that could out do even what Fereshard could post, after all the Fereshard royal line was tied to the crown thanks to a Irealian blood lineage a few centuries back. Was the Irealian lady who had given birth to King Goraidh Tiarnán, the Golden King who had wed together the feuding clans of the wild mountains and shaped Fereshard into a nation mighty even in its smaller size, still alive? Likely, Irealian's were suppose to live forever after all.<br/><br/>"Formality is nothing I have much need of outside of orders being followed, think little of it stranger." Her words were spoken in a voice that was somehow bored but polite, authoritative. Khalida glanced from the stranger to the King and then back, frowning slightly as she noticed how Gamun made such a point not to look at her.<br/><br/>Was she ugly then? No, she knew she wasn't but Cat was certainly more to look at, a young wind swept princess with her pale glowing beauty. Khalida was perhaps too dark, too warrior like. It never bothered her too much.<br/><br/>And Catáryn, Meria keep her, of course simply settled into regal bearing and went at questioning the Irealian in the way only a royal would get away with. Perhaps she had trained the girl too well, but she simply stayed quiet, amused and glanced at the princess when the girl took a position and a body language that clearly sided with anything Khalida herself chose to say. It amused her a little, that the Champion of Fereshard should have the most unlikely of champions for her choices and orders. And she loved the girl all the more for it, she was a good princess, a good woman, and she would lead Fereshard into glory just as her ancestor Goriadh had, of that Khal was sure.