[ There's a soft little noise, acknowledging even as his gaze roves over people and building alike. Once Firo points out Alveare, Ivan's eyes widen a bit before he finds his mouth curving in an easier smile. But still, his tongue trips over the foreign word. ]
Alfeyaare? [ That's...close enough right? His cheeks tinge pink, embarrassed a bit by the clumsiness. ]
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Alfeyaare? [ That's...close enough right? His cheeks tinge pink, embarrassed a bit by the clumsiness. ]