The young man whose shadow she stood in wasn’t exactly what she had expected when she was informed that she would greet the Hylian ambassador. What Fortuna had anticipated was someone with an oily and suspicious mannerism, maybe someone female, certainly not someone with such a kind and open face.
His long hair also made her quirk a brow — that was a tradition of her tribe. It wasn’t so common to see a long-haired human or Hylian. Apparently, he had done some research into his duty before the queen had sent him to negotiate with the Gerudo. But this alone wasn’t quite enough to convince her that he cared very much about her culture or her people.
The small girl’s golden eyes sized him up and filed away the information. She offered no sweet smile; she also didn’t allow for her attitude to show itself. However, her challenging nature got the best of her when she spoke to him in her native tongue. The words were not threatening despite being spoken in a sort of sharp and bitter tone. She had one small hope — that he’d have to ask her to clarify what she meant.
"És inŝa brant bi."