[ He's... strangely ethereal. To Jeanne, who can't ever view herself the way others seem to view Saints, he's even more impressive. That eloquence. Those flowers delicately sprouting at his feet and floating through the air, the way his long hair flutters just as elegantly--
Then he speaks, and Jeanne drops her hand off the wall, tosses her braid over her shoulder, and clears her throat to assume a more formal appearance and manner. ]
I'd intended to come greet you, yes. My name is Jeanne D'arc-- it's a pleasure to meet you, Merlin.
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Then he speaks, and Jeanne drops her hand off the wall, tosses her braid over her shoulder, and clears her throat to assume a more formal appearance and manner. ]
I'd intended to come greet you, yes. My name is Jeanne D'arc-- it's a pleasure to meet you, Merlin.