Favorin Elenron
Favorin felt her heart almost seize itself in fear, and turned her head away from the table, in an attempt to breathe slower. She felt as if the world was spinning around her, just too close to crashing, and let herself steady for a few moments. She had no idea what had caused this; certainly, she wasn't the most calm of her family, but she couldn't remember the last time this had happened to her. I can only hope these questions will be answered by our... host.
As Favorin turned back to the table, her eyes widened, watching the Celestial with more than fear. It was awe, respect, wonder, curiosity... The diamonds of her skin, the emeralds of her hair, the sapphires of her eyes. Her character seemed to be embodied by her appearance. Fragile, and misleading. Favorin turned her head once more - away from the table - as she pondered the situation.
She looked back in just a moment, as the Celestial started speaking, and introduced herself as Astraviim. The words sounded like her mother's harp, and just for a moment, she wished that she would never stop speaking. That she would sing just as her own mother would, of ancient races and ancient cities, of war and love.
Favorin was filled with discomfort once she stopped speaking, and nervously running her fingers through her hair, hoping that nobody had noticed her thoughts. It would certainly be most embarrassing to her here; she was still so young, it couldn't possibly be a surprise, but the notion of being thought of less than what she already was, was not pleasant.
She looked around the table, as if trying to avoid the wandering eyes of sapphire, but eventually she met eyes with her host. Favorin was still for only a moment, before she bowed her head softly with respect, and her eyes wandered on. She felt a breath release; one that she wasn't aware she was holding.
Her host was hiding too much for herself to be calm. What was it that she wished to hold secret from the group that she had commanded the presence of?
Favorin was ready to reply to her kind words, but decided against it, leaning back in her chair and letting her eyes wander around the room. She'd let others speak for her. And if what she wanted to hear wasn't said, maybe then she'd find her own courage to say the words she hoped would work.