Location: Naming Day:Nursery Corner.
"Yes...it is traditional," Alisa concurred with Domitius, suddenly feeling a little badly she'd not thought of that. She'd been so wrapped up in presenting well for him, she hadn't thought as much of the ones who were the true focus of this gathering. She made a short mental note that just because someone was making your heart beat do funny things, it was not an excuse to not think of others.
As she was introduced, she made a proper curtsy, which even as only very minor nobility she'd been educated to do as a girl. "My ladies, it is an honor."
Once she glimpsed what Domititus had prepared for them, she smiled, nodded admiringly. It was splendid, classy, very fitting.
When there was an appropriate opening, Alisa stepped nearer to the little ones, raised her open right hand, and spoke softly but audibly- "Arleia toreth hal somal, porei ess berete mor kardiven al-treyis havistra."
Those words where Azlanti. She did not speak Azlanti -- yet, she'd heard it whispered enough by Her, that she knew it by heart, as well as intuitively understood what it meant. Which she then repeated in the common tongue:
"May the moon's light shine always to ward and light your way, and ever guide you safely back home." As she gazed on their sweet, innocent faces, she felt for a moment that she would cry - though managed not to do so.