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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.
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.
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"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Selae."
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After a moment of silent worry, she pretends to take a sip of wine instead of speaking.
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"So tell me, Lady Selae, where are you from?"
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"And you?"
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"Oh, I live on my husband, Lord Ioroam Regine Orstau's estate which is outside of Adanza."
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"I see," she says, not worried by how obvious it must be that she has no clue who that is. "Is he present tonight?"
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"Oh, yes. He was talking with the Chosen Graendal when I last saw him."
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"Oh, Lady Graendal, yes. She is... a-a very good dancer."
If terrifying, and sickening, and sharing the lack of regard for personal space that all the Forsaken seem to possess.
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All her practiced social graces melted for a moment as she tilted her head. Surely, she did not say that...
"Excuse me?"
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"I... was not with her for very long, earlier on, but she is a most accomplished lady. A-as well as being very powerful, of course."
Shelley inwardly crosses her fingers. She hopes she isn't sounding too ridiculous. After everything, some random Darkfriend snob laughing at her might be the final straw.
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"I see."
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A smooth, honeyed voice interjected as a slight man in deepest black stood beside Shelley. Piercing blue eyes met her face with a smile.
"Please, allow me to introduce myself. I am Ishamael."
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She sips her wine in the pause, then silently almost chokes when she remembers where she is, and why she hadn't tasted it before.
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"L-lord Ishamael."
A pause as she glanced at the tiny redheaded woman. She did not know that he had a lady and that this was her. She expected her to be... different, somehow.
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"May I ask the pleasure of a dance, my lady?"
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"You may," she says finally, extending a small hand with the same cool hauteur he encouraged her to show other guests.
"Will you excuse us, Lady Mohra?"
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"Yes, of course, my lady, Lord Ishamael."
With perhaps a touch of undue haste, Mohra slid off into the crowd.
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"Thank you, Lady Shelley."
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Shelley places her hand on his shoulder as the music starts with a small sigh, and doesn't look at him. At times like this, it helps that her eyeline is just below his neck.
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"Did something happen that I should know about, Lady Shelley?"
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"Depends."
She borrowed one of Mesaana's aliases? She spoke to Mesaana? She danced with Graendal?
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"For the record, I think your use of the alias of Selae Arata Pilaera was both exceptionally clever and outrageously funny. To see the look on Mesaana's face when she learned of it..."
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"I just hope it confuses people."
That woman may have been terrified by Ishamael's appearance, but Shelley knows how gossip spreads.
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"No, Mesaana will do no such thing."
A pause as the couple turned gracefully. There was a pleasure to dancing.
"And yes, I imagine that confusion will reign."
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It's just a pity that these people are all so backstabbing and suspicious of one another that it doesn't affect him in the least.
Then the girl frowns.
"Hang on, you mean, she is going to kill me? Oh, fantastic."
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