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[center]Princess Annalise
Interaction with: [@bloonewb][/center]

Annalise couldn’t help but giggle a little as the prince spoke. He seemed so excited to have some sort of common ground despite it being the shared lack of sight. “I apologize, I do not mean to laugh. But to answer your questions, yes, when it comes to my siblings I am the clumsy one. Always running into other people, or walls, admittedly it’s mostly people I run into. I misjudge the distance between myself and others far too often. You don’t have to whisper about it. My lack of sight is common knowledge amongst the nobles and commoners alike.” She wasn’t ashamed of her disability, often making jokes at her own expense to lighten moods at meetings or parties. 

When he mentioned her visiting his homeland she shook her head. “I have never traveled outside the kingdom, our tutors for this event were brought in from other areas. I think Father is always worried about something happening to us. It is rare for myself in particular to leave the capitol.” She seemed a little sad about this. She wanted to learn about the other kingdoms but her only way of doing so was through books and tutors. “I would love to visit your music hall if given the opportunity. It sounds lovely.” She gave him a gentle smile but noticed something going on with her father. 

She watched him, his mouth in particular, from a distance. Almost copying his lip movements. “Go find her?” She questioned aloud in her own language. “Go find who?” She looked around spotting Jinayah near the Half-Orc Prince but she couldn’t find Marabella. Her facial expressions went from gentle happiness to one of slight confusion, and maybe even some concern. It wasn’t uncommon for her younger sisters to go missing during events such as this, she had hoped that they would have at least stuck around longer than a few minutes. Her attention went back onto the Prince in front of her attempting to start up the conversation again, knowing if there was a problem her father would likely order her and her sisters to their room. 

“Do you have siblings Prince Vyarin?” She asked him once again speaking in his language. Her attention was mostly on him but it shifted over to her father every now and then. Looking for visible signs of distress. She liked to think she was decently good at reading people. Her family especially.