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Nina looks up from the book she is reading and sees Kael'anar Rhavarys. "oohhh.... Hot Elf!"
She was reading the Lothlorien chapter of Lord of the Rings so seeing him seemed like full immersion!

"My lord, a vision from realms distant, whose thoughts resonate in times unknown, a beckoning or a voice in the void" stated the psychic echo of Eldrazar, Kael clutched the axe, turning it so the shimmering blade provided a mirror reflection of none other than Nina herself in times distant, a lovely face that brought a subtle smile to the Elvish warrior-prince's otherwise stoic features, "Pray tell, Eldrazar, why this one resonates in the rift beyond worlds which is ever" stated Kael to the axe, inquiring as to why the visage was presented before him "An echo of fondness for my lord loves in all things that which is good and beautiful" Kael issued a humored hmph at his companion's musings before he once more spoke.

"Her aura is of one most pleasant to behold and certainly most pleasant to be in the company of, she seems a woman of conviction and capability but one that enjoys life and makes life enjoyable to those fortunate enough to find a friend or more in her, she has battled with misfortune and fate as all who seek to control their destiny do and doubtless, though she bears the scars and tales of such times, she is compelled by the good of her and the good she finds in others, I imagine this woman, you have shown me in reflection, should be a queen to her own people, in her own time, alas, I haven't a name to call her but I wish that fate should smile upon this one, for she does unto others that which is good despite mortal flaws."

"You seem to be right out of a storybook I read when I was in second grade. That hair looks really soft!"

"Jennifer looks like a mischievous yet playful strawberry tart milkshake!"

“Sammo looks like the kind of guy who’d ace a touchdown but forget where he left his GPA.”

“Oh my, you look calm, gentile, and sophisticated, but I can tell there is a fire inside that is all business!”

"Odd...There is nothing there to describe. Hmm. Oh, well..."

The denizen of a hiveworld vying an unscrupulous trade, doubtless a hired gun operating at the fringes of imperial law. Were I still a Commissar, I wouldve pried further bit this matter is better left to the Adeptus Arbites.

“Oh, he’s handsome,” Esme murmured, and then flushed. “I… said that out loud, didn’t I?”

“Never mind that.” She collected herself and amended: “If his record is anything to go by, the Lord General seems to be leagues more competent and efficient than most I’ve served under. Quite impressive.”

"Well..." Xueqing thought for a few moments, before starting describing, "A kind woman with a crazed enthusiasm on replacing organs with mechanical ones, but can be quite reckless because she didn't test before she put them into use..." With a sigh, she continued, "Genuinely hope that she can be uh, more careful with it. With things done right, she can be of great potential."

You want to be understood through the Lord of Light, so I will speak plainly, as I would at a brazier when the night is watching.

You are kind. Not the decorative sort of kind that performs itself for applause. The instinctive kind. When someone calls for help, you move. That is light doing what light was made to do. It goes toward need. It does not ask first whether the needy deserve it.

You also try not to offend, and that is restraint, which many mistake for weakness. But when something is wrong, you become direct. Blunt, even. I do not condemn that. The desert has no patience for lies dressed in courtesy. A truth spoken without perfume can still be mercy, if it prevents greater harm.

Your playfulness is a small sanctuary. A snowball to the face, a harmless prank, and you answer with laughter and pursuit. That is warmth surviving inside you. It matters. The Lord of Light does not ask us to be austere stones. He asks us to keep the flame alive. Joy is one of its proofs.

But you know the difference between mischief and malice. If someone trips you with the intention to hurt or humiliate, your gaze sharpens. Good. Let it. A smile that injures is not humor. It is shadow wearing a mask. You are right to refuse it.

When things become dire, your flame narrows. You become serious. You analyze. You prefer to act alone when you can, because you do not want to spend other lives when your own is sufficient. That is not pride to me. That is stewardship. Yet you will accept help when it is truly needed, and you will value it. That is also faith. Not dependence. Not isolation. Discernment.

You lack humor sometimes. You take jokes literally. That is not a moral failing. It is simply how your mind keeps its edges clean. Some people play with words as if they are ribbons. You treat words as if they are tools. Tools must be held carefully.

And your fear of war. Your startle when the fighting grows large, when armies gather, when the crowd becomes a mass with teeth. Listen to me. That is not cowardice. That is ash-memory. Your body remembers what it cost before. Small brawls are sparks. You can tolerate sparks. But war is wildfire. It eats reason. It eats the innocent first. Your vigilance is the scar of having stood too close to an unbanked blaze.

So this is what you are, as I would name it. A compassionate flame that has learned the price of heat. A soul that tries to offer light without pretending the light cannot burn. If you want to be better, do not become colder. Become more disciplined. Bank the fire. Aim it. Let it heal. Let it judge only when it must.

This one no get warm bloods of soft back. But xib know this be one that pees sitting down. No egg laying, odd things. Fat sacks on chest, droopi, sag, weakness. Me no get what males see, xib no get big deal. Talk lots, talk fast. Blah! Hate blabbers. Xib think wohmahn go splat. Thwack with log, twack till flat like their backs! Bah!

Doubtless an inhuman thing from its manner of speech, a savage one on account of the conclusion of its inquiry, one I would not hesitate to draw sword against if lives were threatened.

"Swordsman with glory? I would guess?"

I couldn't say, looks like the runt of the litter to me.

"You look like something I'd see where I'm from. A bit odd-looking and off-putting to a normal person, but, I don't really think you're strange."

"Huh, I guess Doctors exist in all shapes and sizes... I'm just glad that you're not after my head."

“You remind me of a war hymn
. Half sorrow, half steel. The kind that echoes long after the battle is over.”

"Say that again and I'll chop you into luncheon meat." The atmosphere around the girl froze with eerieness as she stared daggers at Elf-Ruiner, her face darkened and her ice sword at the ready.
Never call her useless or pointless!

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"A miracle of all angels, physically partly human yet mentally fully, and even bearing weight she still shows kindness."
Xueqing looked aside with a smile, "Overall, very great."

"You seem prone to rage based on that comment."

Ein raised an eyebrow, observing over Lin as you do.

"But that doesn't seem to matter otherwise, with your personality. It doesn't help me in slightest, but..."