Aeryn knows magic; Aeryn is magic. There is nothing else in her life that she understands more intimately than the arcane. Whatever Doty is . . . there's some aspect of the arcane there, somewhere, but by and large, this is something . . . new.
Still, she loosens her hold on the staff. She doesn't look like she's going to blast it into oblivion, but --
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Doty," Aeryn repeats dryly, and she urges her horse forward the few steps more toward the stable, sliding off of the beast with one smooth motion, taking her staff with her. "Tell the human idiot to learn how to ask for name and title before he addresses me."
Not that Aeryn uses her title, anymore. It's a dead thing, now. But it's helpful, when addressing other noble folk, to remind them of their place.
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Date: 2018-04-22 11:23 pm (UTC)Still, she loosens her hold on the staff. She doesn't look like she's going to blast it into oblivion, but --
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Doty," Aeryn repeats dryly, and she urges her horse forward the few steps more toward the stable, sliding off of the beast with one smooth motion, taking her staff with her. "Tell the human idiot to learn how to ask for name and title before he addresses me."
Not that Aeryn uses her title, anymore. It's a dead thing, now. But it's helpful, when addressing other noble folk, to remind them of their place.