The magister isn't quite deft to register the maiden's response, face still encumbered with strewn about papers among other things, although when he does he exchanges a glance. ". . . Ah, maven of the strings. I supposed I would introduce myself at some point in time formally, although I think you're vastly aware by now. At least I would endearingly /hope/ so," he drops his sentence with a callous although slightly sarcastic comment, showing that even the notion of pleasantry was wasted on him.
┌Eyes were fixed on the many pages that were all about, head tilted to one side as the gaze shifted from them to the mage when he spoke. A smile came to her face as he spoke. Even with the tone his voice carried she easily brushed it away, her expression remaining just as happy as before, almost as though she hadn't noticed the way he spoke. Instead, Sona folded her hands together and gave a slight bow to the mage, her eyes remaining fixed on him.┘