[ The words are not what catch her attention, force her to stop, and tip her head. None of the words are familiar to the Praesi, but instead it's something about the woman that makes her golden eyes narrow, her mouth parted for just a moment, before she neared. No plate of food, but an untouched flute of champagne, dressed in red and looking like someone who wanted to stand out, but her heels clicked against the ground, stopping nearby. ]
What could they do, if they were here?
[ She asked, thoughtful. She didn't know anything about this 'Apollo' of course, but there was something she couldn't shake. It is not familiarity, but... perhaps the sense of... aspects brushing against one another. There is no divinity in this woman before Grace, but there is... something. Adjacent. ]
If you don't mind me asking. They sound important to you.
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What could they do, if they were here?
[ She asked, thoughtful. She didn't know anything about this 'Apollo' of course, but there was something she couldn't shake. It is not familiarity, but... perhaps the sense of... aspects brushing against one another. There is no divinity in this woman before Grace, but there is... something. Adjacent. ]
If you don't mind me asking. They sound important to you.