Such fine words. Such a pleasure to listen to. For once, I'm almost impressed. Most of the children here aren't nearly so eloquent. [The woman who approaches Doriane is small in stature, but makes a large impression, her silver-lavender hair crowned with feathers, her clothing elaborate and ornate.]

Tell me, are you a poet? You must at least have the soul of one.

This is a paradise of sorts, bright and deathless, but perhaps not perfect. No, not that. That's not a word I would use lightly.