[Once her trunk had been secured safely under the bed in the room Tauriel can only assume is somehow hers, and once she had explored every nook and cranny of the place, she had decided to venture back out into the corridor to see if any answers lurked there. She did not expect to be run into, however, and she can only curse her disorientation — well, that and the fact she has had little in the ways of food or drink for nigh unto a week now, and she is weak and tired — for her distraction.]
I beg your pardon, [she says, taking a step back and ducking her head slightly; not a bow, no, but an acknowledgement all the same.
It was a woman who ran into her so, a young human who looks too old to be classified a girl, although Tauriel is not altogether skilled at guessing the ages of other races. It's not her age that has Tauriel blinking in surprise, however, but instead her mode of dress, and the strange coloring of her hair. To see two tones like that is very strange, and the curls... She has never seen a human dress like this in all her life.] If I may be so bold, you do not happen to know where this is, do you?
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I beg your pardon, [she says, taking a step back and ducking her head slightly; not a bow, no, but an acknowledgement all the same.
It was a woman who ran into her so, a young human who looks too old to be classified a girl, although Tauriel is not altogether skilled at guessing the ages of other races. It's not her age that has Tauriel blinking in surprise, however, but instead her mode of dress, and the strange coloring of her hair. To see two tones like that is very strange, and the curls... She has never seen a human dress like this in all her life.] If I may be so bold, you do not happen to know where this is, do you?