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Turgon the Wise | Sarafinwë Turukáno (turukano) wrote in spinningcompass,

His ears perked at her good natured response, and his own cheer showed in his face as a result. Turgon bowed in turn, though given his nature as a son of the House of Princes it was only half as deep as hers, but still full of respect. She was small, small even for a human he supposed, but full of an inner brightness--not necessarily a glow--but one that was radiant as ever to eyes that might perceive it.

She was gentle. He could see it.

"Aye," he said, looking back at the shop. He'd gathered art supplies, not only for himself, but for his wife too and for their family as a whole. "It is a pleasant day and I could not resist the need to be in the sun and walk about the city. Though the city is dark and hard in places.. it is not so bad in the daylight hours." He gestured around with a graceful motion, smiling.

"Please, do forgive me, my name is Turgon," he placed his hand upon his chest, over his heart. "Have you found all that you need within the city?"