Sebastian resisted the urge to cringe, a skilled practice he'd acquired over his many years now as Prince. He did not like when others treated him like this, it never felt right. Perhaps it never would. Too humble to feel he deserved any such sign of respect.
He held up a hand.
When the stranger muttered something, Sebastian shook his head, leaning down a bit from his mount.
He held up a hand.
Please, that is unnecessary.After allowing the stranger a moment to regain themselves, he asked his question.
Have you, perhaps, seen a woman of Rivaini descent pass this way? Long hair, petite, a mage?He did his best to describe her, but did not wish to name her - none needed to know yet the Divine lived.
When the stranger muttered something, Sebastian shook his head, leaning down a bit from his mount.
Pardon?
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