Andar's words shook the air, his tone carrying a flavor of Rowan's unique pitch. Rowan had a perfect understanding of all languages, and that also equated to his speech and voice, and every word he spoke was done in the exact manner it was intended to sound.
For anyone else such perfection of speech would be a horrifying thing to listen to, but his celestial origin gave his words a unique majesty and flavor that offset the perfection of his speech, thereby making every word he spoke to be, entrancing, and so even hearing it second hand from Andar, the majesty of the person who spoke shone through.
The white-haired girl gasped and tears emerged from the side of her eyes,