How splendid! Amnetas expected something interesting and, well, he got it. Celestial, eh? How curious. Never before had he seen something so exotic - he'd seen stranger things to be sure(the aftermath of Ckylex's little escapade with the Staff of Gorath comes to mind. Peculiar time that was) but certainly nothing as exotic. Oh, this exquisite beauty hurt to look at, too! Feisty little minx. Though he did feel a bit of embarrassment for assuming she was a he.
All-and-all, Amnetas was delighted, but he was also cautious. You could call him many things, but “fool” was not one of them.
He wondered if the Council of Dracan knew of this. He wouldn't be surprised if they did. The Council communed with The Great Helm himself, they seemed to know things no mortal mind should know. Did they plan this? And if so, what significance to Essim did it hold? Amnetas would find out soon, he suspected.
He too wondered of this Celestial; this Astraviim. Her history. Her culture. Her purpose and reason. These and other questions flashed through his mind. And again, with a shrug, he expected he'd discover all this and more as time marched forever on. Amnetas closed his eyes and stood in an almost meditative trance that, for those viewing from outside, seemed to only last moments but within the ebony-carved doors of his mind time seemed to pass slower. To collect his thoughts, to watch, to sense. To observe.
With a chuckle Amnetas opened his eyes. What an effective ward this Astraviim had created around them. He'd seen few so potent! Oh, and how this Celestial glowed with the arcane. What a gorgeous sight he witnessed, even more stunning than the sight before his “waking” eyes!
Amnetas found this creature quite curious, indeed.
Taking a bow and using the most ancient of Draconic, "I make my honored greetings to you, Lady Astraviim. I trust your time in our plane has been pleasant?" He trusted she understood.