The noble stands significantly taller than the human prince at around 180cm, with soft, wavy hair and bright blue eyes. It is immediately obvious to a discerning eye that her ears seem too long and pointed to be human, jaw and fingers light and elegant; but her features are too gentle to be elven. As she turns, her eyes spark with mischief, but she seems to smother whatever impulse came to her. 
“[color=A9B8CB]Where I am from, they are called ossifrages. It translates to “bone-breaker” in this language. Here, you’re more likely to hear them called lammergeiers or bearded vultures.[/color]” She pauses, shifting her weight as the raptor stretches its three-meter wingspan and resettles. She laughs quietly, patting it. “[color=A9B8CB]There you have it. Do you have a favorite species? Bird or otherwise.[/color]”


Norlanann turns towards the approaching sets of footsteps, face lighting up when she sees the princess. She notes their surprise and hesitance without much inflection. 
“[color=A9B8CB]Much appreciated, your Grace. It is an absolute joy to meet you. I am Lady Norlanann of Auriteaux, and I seek your hand in marriage.[/color]”