"Vanadi," he says, and considers adding the estate name, considers sweeping into a formal bow ... he eschews them both, and only adds a polite nod. "A rifter, though I imagine that's apparent."
Probably especially to an elf; he knows he sounds too posh for a city elf, and has no sign of vallaslin. He moves to one of the counters, beginning to sort idly through the day's ingredient options.
A smile quirks onto Fifi's mouth, and she nods-- it's true, his bearing more than anything is what marks him as Not From Around Here.
"How are you liking it?" she asks, slowly rising now that the puppy has calmed somewhat, "...our world." It still feels like such a strange thing to ask.
"Oh, I'm very much enjoying myself," he says as he scrutinizes a jar of jam, tone still idle, as if this is just some matter of no importance and not what occupies a huge portion of his thoughts. "I would be very pleased if I could manage to stay here long enough to die of war, or disease, or old age, or whatever."
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Date: 2021-03-12 07:57 am (UTC)Probably especially to an elf; he knows he sounds too posh for a city elf, and has no sign of vallaslin. He moves to one of the counters, beginning to sort idly through the day's ingredient options.
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Date: 2021-03-12 11:04 pm (UTC)"How are you liking it?" she asks, slowly rising now that the puppy has calmed somewhat, "...our world." It still feels like such a strange thing to ask.
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Date: 2021-03-16 12:41 am (UTC)She's impressed. "For all our sakes, I hope none of those happen too soon."