"*What are you thinking about?*" Arawn asked absentmindedly as he dabbed his quill into the intricately carved golden inkwell before starting a new letter.
Evanna blinked and parted her lips about to respond, but her sluggish brain alerted her to something unusual. At first, she didn't know what it was, so she looked at the prince, who had not looked up from his work and did not see the mess she seemed to have become from such a simple question. That was until she processed that the prince had asked his question in Muranthian.
"I'm sorry.." She finally replied slowly. "I do not understand what you said."
The prince must have forgotten she 'did not speak the language'; he was so engrossed in his work that he must have picked it up after writing in the dialect. Arawn glanced up and gazed at her from across the room for a few seconds. Evanna wondered what he was thinking about as he looked at her. Maybe he was tired?
