[A little bit more blinking, and then her expression softens. Confusion cleared, she takes in her "opponent" and his good-spirited excitement. She shakes her head. He's a man, but only barely. To her advantage that he may be so young and eager, she hopes.]
No, not magic. I'm a miqo'te. Another race of Man, like you.
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No, not magic. I'm a miqo'te. Another race of Man, like you.