Unaware of his troubles, she carries on brightly. “The pleasure is all mine, surely” she beams at him, remaining where she was so not to crowd the man. She dips her head briefly, repeating his name in her mind. Galileo. There is some familiarity to that name, though she can not quite place why. Perhaps it is a common name in passing... Perhaps she had heard it before.
“I see” she keeps her smile, swinging away from Galileo to allow him to walk closer if he so wanted. The wall might make for poor company, but it also could hold him up better than she could. “I have not yet met the ruler of Solterra” she tells him, glancing back “actually, I have yet to meet any ruler in Novus.” Perhaps one day she would be able to meet one.
“I suppose it does not matter, for this is not my home or court” she tells him “I come from outside of Novus. This realm is very new to me” a pause before adding; “I am what the people here call vagabond.” No formal home. No formal family. No loves but the open road and the music in her very soul to call her own.
“I should not keep you though” she smiles “you are hurt, and I bet sand is not good for the soreness. But might I trouble to go your way for a bit? It is lonely on the road alone.”
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