“You have a lovely name, sir” she compliments innocently. Willoughby notices he pauses, halting his words, and she does not press him further. For her, the sea is an unknown. Perhaps one day she would be blessed to meet the ocean but she does not hear of it happening... Only in stories. Only with magic.
Magic she does not have.
“For the moment” she answers him easily enough. Daring to move a bit closer, she sharply turns away from the man to view the waves lapping. She is closer now to him, but not close enough to hiss at. “I've spent a few months in Novus... but not enough time to make a decision about settling anywhere particular.”
So they called her vagabond. She accepted it. “Do you belong to one of those courts?”
if you don't want to see me dancing with somebody new
