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Be near me when the sensuous frame Is rack’d with pangs that conquer trust; And Time, a maniac scattering dust, And Life, a Fury slinging flame. ((Open RP for Princess Nuala from Hellboy II: The Golden Army set in a post-movie AU in which she and Nuada are revived by the Angel of Death.))

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“Ah now, they are still your kin, are they not? I should hate to think of anyone thinking they are not part of their kin.” She returns the smile, small and imperceptive but still there regardless. “I am that, yes. An elf of the Clan Bethmoora. Princess Nuala is my name, if I may have yours?”

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“I am Leigha St. Claire,  Descendant of Leivel the Storm Bringer, and it is a pleasure to be making your acquaintance Princess Nuala.” A feeling that she was under dressed for meeting someone of such noble blood crept into Leigha’s mind. “But with my family, related as we are, we can’t be with one another. Parents can’t even be with their children because of our terribly violent nature with one another.” 

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As she listened, Nuala's eyes focused on the ground and a small frown tugged at the corners of her lips. "How sad..." she murmured, brows furrowing. "To be so far from one's own kin and family. I am sad to say I have some understanding of that." She paused, feeling she had overwhelmed the other and glanced up at Leigha for a moment before looking down again with a sad smile. "But no matter. I would not like our first meeting to be tainted with such sadness. I must admit, however, that is not like the dragonkind I myself am versed with." 

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A beautiful coppiced woodland on the north-western flank of Dartmoor.

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The moment she saw him she knew there was something extraordinary about him. He didn't feel the same as others did, he was different from humans but there was no feeling of the fae around him. For the first time in her impossible amount of years, Nuala was surprised. "Curious," she murmured, studying the man closely before quickly averting her eyes and looking down at the ground when she remembered that those unaccustomed to the fae found her eyes and the eyes of her brother unsettling. "Oh--Erm, forgive me, I forgot my courtesies." 

Looking up for a moment, she offered a small smile then promptly curtsied as was expected of her. "I am Princess Nuala of Bethmoora, please forgive me for my rudeness; I did not intend to invade your privacy."

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Oh! It…has been far too long since I’ve last spoken to you, sorcerer. Even before I went to Ireland, I believe. I hope you do not think me rude. 

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Of course not your highness. *He bows* I I hope your time in Ireland was an enjoyable one?

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Oh yes, to be sure. [She smiles a little and returns the bow.] It was a tad tiring, I have to admit; children tend to have that effect on their elders but it was good to be home again no matter how much it has changed.

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*He returns the smile* That they can be. I myself have experienced this a little more lately with my students. Which remind me..I still need to do evaluations for them all. 

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My, I had no idea you were teaching. I have been teaching for some time myself though my students are quite young. Is it magic you are teaching your students?

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Ah—Hello there. [Gathering her skirts in her hands, she dips into a small curtsy and bows her head.] Meeting one of the dragonkind is always an honour.  

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“I may share some blood,” Leigha bows some as well, unable to really curtsy, “But I’m not really much of a dragon ma’am.” She offered a sheepish smile, “Please pardon my asking, I’ve spent much of my life around humans, but you are an elf, yes?”

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"Ah now, they are still your kin, are they not? I should hate to thing of anyone thinking they are not part of their kin." She returns the smile, small and imperceptive but still there regardless. "I am that, yes. An elf of the Clan Bethmoora. Princess Nuala is my name, if I may have yours?"

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Seeing the slight smile on his face, her own one grows at the fact that she’s managed to help him relax a little until it disappears as does hers. Out of age old habit she silently frets about what she possibly could have done to upset the newly named newcomer. “Ah…Princess Nuala is my name—of the Clan Bethmoora.” She bows her head and dips into a curtsy, courteous as ever.

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Clan Bethmoora? He had never heard of the Clan Bethmoora, or of any tribe or number of elves being called a clan. Perhaps she was part of the Avari, who had developed different custo—oh, oh she had curtsied. He bows, less smooth than he would have liked, but at least he remembers to use the hand to heart gesture of his own people with it. “A—A p-pleasure to meet you, yo-your royal highness.”

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"Oh please," she begins, a small laugh in her voice at being called that of all things. "My kingdom is long gone, therefore I am a princess of nothing. Just Nuala will do, if I may call you Maglor." Amber eyes scanned him carefully, studying but not betraying the fact that she was. Her gift as an elf born of Elvish blood stirred something in her thoughts and her hairless brows rose in slight surprise. "You are like me, yes? But not from these lands." 

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Ah--Hello there. [Gathering her skirts in her hands, she dips into a small curtsy and bows her head.] Meeting one of the dragonkind is always an honour.  

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Oh! It…has been far too long since I’ve last spoken to you, sorcerer. Even before I went to Ireland, I believe. I hope you do not think me rude. 

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Of course not your highness. *He bows* I I hope your time in Ireland was an enjoyable one?

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Oh yes, to be sure. [She smiles a little and returns the bow.] It was a tad tiring, I have to admit; children tend to have that effect on their elders but it was good to be home again no matter how much it has changed.

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Oh! It...has been far too long since I've last spoken to you, sorcerer. Even before I went to Ireland, I believe. I hope you do not think me rude. 

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Gods, I am sorry. I always lose track of time in Ireland.

But no matter, I suppose, I am here now and the business that called me back to the ruins of Old Bethmoora has been attended do. I trust you are all well?

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She smiles a little, looking down at the green gown and nodding her thanks. “That is very kind of you to say, sir. I do hope you grow used to meeting new people. Usually doing so is a joy for me. Speaking of which, may I know the name of my current company?”

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His mouth twitched in a smile. “M-Maglor,” he said, then his smile left his face. The dress reminded him of home—would she know? But she didn’t look like an elf of his race. She wouldn’t. “And—may I know yours?”

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Seeing the slight smile on his face, her own one grows at the fact that she's managed to help him relax a little until it disappears as does hers. Out of age old habit she silently frets about what she possibly could have done to upset the newly named newcomer. "Ah...Princess Nuala is my name--of the Clan Bethmoora." She bows her head and dips into a curtsy, courteous as ever.

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