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[color=ed145b][h3]~Isabella~[/h3][/color][/center]
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Oh, the girls enthusiasm was almost infectious and she felt herself relaxing a bit. Not enough to get rid of the stiffness of facial features, but at least she could perhaps speak a bit louder and more clearly than she had before. Where to begin, though? The Monarchy was a wonderful place, no matter what the other kingdoms said about it.

[color=ed145b]"Uhm, It's the Raerith Monarchy."[/color] Isabella replied, attempting a smile. "[color=ed145b]It was named after the old king who founded it."[/color] The smile faded as she thought of the 'Highstorms'. What exactly were they? They didn't seem at all natural. If priests from the clergy were here they'd likely condemn this place as cursed by some demon or the divine spirits. After all, a place with divine protection could never experience such disastrous storms as this, could they? [color=ed145b]"We've...never heard of a Highstorm. The divine spirits protects the land from such disastrous storms."[/color]

Oh, should she ask about her singing now? She didn't want to come off as overly forward or rude. Ooh, maybe Zavra would like to hear heroic tales of her brothers and father? She didn't know how to go about asking or beginning to approach the subject though.