[ "Quixotic spirit of chivalry" is honestly pretty close to the truth. Although she never considers herself a spirit of anything. She just is. She is Iramaat and that is all she will ever be. Or at least that's how she thinks of it. Perhaps she is a spirit, though. Regardless, her gaze is forward, not back. After her attempt to go 'home' was foiled, the only way out for her is through.
She steps into the hallway, glances one way and then the other and is about to speak up again when the bell sounds.
That's different. It sinks into her. Resonates in her bones. She's not sure she likes that. There's a visible shiver or a shudder and for a moment her expression twists before it's back to its usual carefree attitude.
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She steps into the hallway, glances one way and then the other and is about to speak up again when the bell sounds.
That's different. It sinks into her. Resonates in her bones. She's not sure she likes that. There's a visible shiver or a shudder and for a moment her expression twists before it's back to its usual carefree attitude.
She does not enjoy being compelled. ]
I... do.
[ She cocks her head, listening. ]
-that way, I think.
[ She points down the hallway. ]
Shall we investigate?