[ Various sizes and all of them intelligent? The wonder never leaves his eyes even as he listens with rapt attention and attempts to visualize what they must look like. Surely, they must be nothing like the fae folk, and more lizard like? Not that he's sure why he is so concerned with it all. It's not as if he'll ever see one with his own ghostly eyes.

Tall, handsome, brave. Ardbert fights back the urge to roll his eyes at the typical definition of a knight. Oh, he'd seen plenty of them in his time. Back when Votenburg was truly a place and not a set of ruins that the fae folk danced upon. A hand raises to dismiss the comment. ]

« There's no point in trying to tell the dead they're appealing to the eye. » [ Why bother? It's not as if he can talk to people or really enjoy company outside of the sisters anymore. ]
« We're here to gossip about this "Ser Aymeric" that caught himself a Warrior of Darkness. So, beyond being a dreamy sort of knight, what else about him? Surely it must be more if it's caught your sister's attention so much. »

[ Alkaid curls her shoulders and looks down at the blanket. A blush takes her face once more as her tail sways, ears pressed to her head, but she remains silent still. ]