A ready smile creases the male’s lips. Still strange that some would be intimidated by him.
“Greetings. Might you have a name, young maiden?”
She nodded. “Sera…Seraphina Grace. And you?”
His torso dips into a bow. As he rises, the smile is buffered wider.
“Dalvir. Dalvir Irifall. The pleasure is mine, miss. Please, be calm. I am simply garbed as such should a battle find its way to me.”
“That’s understandable Dalvir. Pleased to meet you too.” The seeress shyly smiled.
