[Dressed in white, and at a glance - or even a longer, harder look, if she is to be absolutely, infuriatingly accurate - Alisaie is only too easy to be mistaken for someone she is not.
[She's been watching the Elezen woman from a distance, trying to work out if she knows her. She seems kind: the way she plays with the children brings a smile to Alisaie's lips. And yet, though there is something undeniably familiar about her, not only can she not put a name to the face, she can't even claim that she recognizes her. Even as she draws nearer, that impression of familiar strangeness lessens not one ilm.]
Oh! Of course you may. I really should be moving on, myself. It's rather too cold to linger.
exploring the city
[She's been watching the Elezen woman from a distance, trying to work out if she knows her. She seems kind: the way she plays with the children brings a smile to Alisaie's lips. And yet, though there is something undeniably familiar about her, not only can she not put a name to the face, she can't even claim that she recognizes her. Even as she draws nearer, that impression of familiar strangeness lessens not one ilm.]
Oh! Of course you may. I really should be moving on, myself. It's rather too cold to linger.