Brokkrid finally understood who she was talking to and made a silent O with her mouth, her eyes going wide to reveal the stark green irises, like evergreen trees that cheerily stood between buildings and at the sides of streets here. "Oh uh," She said, very astute for what she was thinking which was: *Oh no, what kind of buffoon doesn't know the leader of the city's name, or the region for that matter, and why didn't you know what the title was? You really blundered on this one. So much for keeping your head down and keeping a low profile. This man is about as high profile as you can get.*
She gulped and nodded, "Oh. I am sorry about um, imposing on you sir." She said, her mannerism changing entirely to one of deference rather than one of rough equality. She didn't really know how to regain her social footing or how many feet she had stuffed into her mouth before being told that he was the leader of *all of Halo*.
She resisted the urge, barely, to facepalm and instead decided to focus on his offerings, "I uh, yeah! I would love it, having a formal teacher to help me out with that sort of thing. I don't know whether or not I should impose on you or your wife though, there's got to be someone more my-" She worked the bellows, making sure that the flame didn't go out since it was outlawed in these parts and she was standing in front of the literal head of Halo, "My caliber that can help me out. Someone less important than yourself that is."
She gulped and nodded, "Oh. I am sorry about um, imposing on you sir." She said, her mannerism changing entirely to one of deference rather than one of rough equality. She didn't really know how to regain her social footing or how many feet she had stuffed into her mouth before being told that he was the leader of *all of Halo*.
She resisted the urge, barely, to facepalm and instead decided to focus on his offerings, "I uh, yeah! I would love it, having a formal teacher to help me out with that sort of thing. I don't know whether or not I should impose on you or your wife though, there's got to be someone more my-" She worked the bellows, making sure that the flame didn't go out since it was outlawed in these parts and she was standing in front of the literal head of Halo, "My caliber that can help me out. Someone less important than yourself that is."
