exultatione
Yet there exists an air of familiarity around the woman... In truth he likes to think himself not so easily drawn by mere appearances but what was he to do when the grace with which she walks, such a manner and stature reminded him of someone he's known for most of his life? But the mask her countenance bears would simply obstruct the fragments of memory that he holds of her, when he endeavours to determine why he could not help but find her as such. He would only pray to the gods she does not take his continued sight of her the wrong way, for what was but a mere glance had remained upon the woman for longer than what was intentional.
"Ah, beg pardon milady. I did not mean to stare... I had only thought you seemed... familar, somehow."
