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shelley_winters ([personal profile] shelley_winters) wrote2006-07-19 09:36 pm

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Shelley stares hard at the floor after Mesaana walks away, ignoring the proximity of other guests and the way they look at her, hopeful or fearful or condescending. How dare that women even speak to her after- but the Forsaken all have that supreme arrogance, Ishamael more than any. Her expression tightens bitterly. After this, she is never taking any wager from him ever again.

She turns to pick up her wine for lack of anything else to do, and catches a woman's eye, who curtsies, and makes her way closer.

"My lady," she greets.

Shelley stares back warily before nodding politely. How is she supposed to address this woman? Saying 'my lady' back would sound silly, but she doesn't know who this is.

"Your dress looks wonderful, if I may say so," the older woman continues, apparently unconcerned by her silence. "I am Mohra Terail. Might I know your name?"

Shelley pauses. Well... why not?

"Thank you, Lady Mohra. I am Selae Arata Pilaera," she lies smoothly, and with no small amount of satisfaction.

The woman smiles widely at this evident acceptance of her company, and moves closer.

[identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com 2006-07-21 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
A slight, disdainful sniff from Ishamael. What a silly comment, especially from her.

"I am, as always, guided by your skills at judging the character of another."

[identity profile] nights-daughter.livejournal.com 2006-07-21 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
He is avoiding speaking about the girl.

With a raised eyebrow for his remark, she turns once again, shaking her head.

"I wouldn't presume to dictate your preferences."

[identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com 2006-07-21 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
A small smile as he gracefully took another step. There was a certain sensual pleasure in dancing with a skilled partner.

"Of course not."

The music slowly faded. Releasing Lanfear's hand and waist, he stepped away from her.

"Thank you, Lanfear, for the dance."

[identity profile] nights-daughter.livejournal.com 2006-07-22 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
She steps back, slight smile mirroring his. Her mind is made up.

"And you, Ishamael. I will be in contact about Emar Dal, should our paths not cross again tonight."

[identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com 2006-07-27 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Excellent. We will be in contact, then."

Ishamael smiled and walked away from her. The crowd of Friends of the Dark quietly parting for his black-garbed form. They knew the dangers of interfering with the Chosen. He had other matters to see to. That thought blossomed a smile on his face. More than one Friend of the Dark had chills at that sight.