Abigail, a gold dragon just walked into the store. Calm and collected as can be, her stance and gait speaking of one bred for royalty and her mantle that of undeniable Spring. Her smile is gentle and sweet as she sees you, then glances around the store a moment as if looking for something - or someone. "Good evening," She greets, "I do not believe we have met before. I am Evangeline. I have come to return some books to the lending library area...?"
Abigail’s response to the air of nobility is to fall back into servant mode hard. “Yes, ma’am. Please allow me to accompany you to the lending library area. Is there anything else you will require from me, ma’am?”
It’s clearly not a conscious thing, so much as conditioning. Arcadia’s fucked up like that.