[Rialynn's brow flickers in confusion. He may as well be speaking a second language. 19th century? Closer to the 17th by her world's standards. Her hazel-eyed gaze flicked to his Moogle that had (adorably) worked himself up to the point of asphyxiation. On the plus side, she's relieved that Keith can't flirt. That means they might actually get along!]
Er...I don't know. It's not something I'm familiar with personally, not on my world.
[She's just going to kinda reach out and loosen that Moogle's scarf, adjust it, and give it a light pat so he can breathe again. There you go.]
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Er...I don't know. It's not something I'm familiar with personally, not on my world.
[She's just going to kinda reach out and loosen that Moogle's scarf, adjust it, and give it a light pat so he can breathe again. There you go.]
Are you new?