A white mask attached to a glass wand catches her eye and, granted permission that she probably wouldn't have been looking for in the first place (...faeries), she turns it over in her hands, admiring. It does suit her accessories...

Holding it up over her eyes with the wand, she turns an easy smile on Aimery: "What do you think? -I don't know your name. You must've started here after I finished with the interior design. Ilde Decima."

Sometimes she just runs thoughts together, it happens.