I am not my own

Dainty form would remain standing, her elegant legs still extended beneath her as gold rimmed eyes took in his form. She had to admit the unexpected company seemed more welcome than she had anticipated. An interesting royal to speak with, though she could only tell from his appearance. She knew not his scent, and as his bold words came to light by his name. She felt as though the Armada name should make her aware somehow, like her mind should be wrapping around his name and creating memories that should be vivid. Eyes would catch his licked lips, as her own gentle words were brought forth. "I feel as though I should know your name." Her marked features would tilt curiously, "I've been out of social circles for too long it seems." she would giggle nervously before going on, hoping it an appropriate time to introduce herself. "I am Isolde Everlyse Adravendi-Mathias." Her graceful form would tilt to curtsey for the man, the corners of her mouth turned up into a sly smile.

"Speech"
'thoughts'