She spun around, her dress whipping around her. Garmay still wasn't used to seeing people who looked like they were her age. It was always a delightful surprise and she let out the tiniest, happy little shriek before catching herself at the last minute.

And then she looked at him. Really looked at him.

That was silk he was wearing. She was sure of it. And his fingernails looked...clean.

Nobility.

Garmay gave him a slight curtsy. More of a bounce, really. Garmay always seemed to bounce, no matter what she was doing. "Skye Marina Zaya," she said politely. "But most folks call me Garmay."