an alien a day keeps the sorceror's away

Sivene tilted her head, nodding slowly. Is it always men that are bad? She inquired, as if the idea was new to her. And honestly, it probably was. The woman blinked slowly, at the compliment to her name. Nobody had ever... complimented her before, and it showed in the way her face reddened and she ducked her head.

But then Rylee was concerned, and Sivene stared at her, blankly. I don't know what 'Tevinter' is. I'm from Ghilain'nain's Grove. I'm an experiment of my Creator, the Evanuris, Ghilain'nain. She sounded like she was repeating that last bit off of a script; and she likely was. The Evanuris that had made her and so many others had been proud, and had wanted the world to know they were hers.