Taalia Giovanni
"Bellissima!" Taalia smiled brightly, her right at her side coming up to press two fingers to her lips before 'exploding' it out in a chefs kiss hand gesture.
Looking past Margot and to Bella, the shepardess retained her warm smile and gestured with a nod towards the door.
"Bella, dovremmo andare a fare i preparativi; una festa per tutto il paese è un grande lavoro!" she spoke happily in Tilean, trusting that Margot did not know how to follow her at her normal pace or at all, without Bella's assistance in translation.
"Singora Margot, thank you for your time," Taalia would curtsey for the noblewoman, before withdrawing from the room, her friend in tow.
Once outside, Taalia's disposition changed so fast one might think she were a shapeshifter.
"It's her!" she whispered hurriedly to her friend once they had moved a dozen meters or so away from the room.
"She doesn't cover up her hair in the company of men; she barely seems hungry; and she takes no offence that a woman of her station would be asked to prepare food for peasants. Bella, I think it's her!"