Zelda & Arthur Morgan
"Oh Goddesses, it is far beyond anything I am used to," she offered with a smile because it was true. Court had plenty of balls that could get a bit festive, but she was starting to learn that her description of that would be considered a bit quiet to all this. But learning was the drive behind all this, or at least the drive she was giving it. "I have never felt music." The music she was used to could be stirring, world alternating in some cases, but never quite like this.
"And please, my name is Zelda," still smiling she extended her hand. She wasn't used to this. To her knowledge she hadn't touched anyone in the longest times. But when she reached out, she frowned. This wasn't like what she'd felt near Anders, but still bone deep. A wary, slow thing that wouldn't take prisoners. She hadn't a name for it, but already worry was creeping into her bones. She was used to the recklessness that embodied Link, but still could not grasp why so few seemed willing to look for help. "Are you sure you are well?" She was learning that while magic was common to her, it wasn't to others. And how speaking of her blood was perhaps a bit too much. But she couldn't stand by either. "I could help." It wasn't the purpose of this place, but the Goddesses had their way of making things happen.