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[shelley_winters]

Shelley restrains herself from sticking her tongue out as Ishamael and Lanfear go off - to plot something horrible, no doubt. Idly she imagines the reactions. Incredulous stares, followed by everyone pretending they saw nothing, most likely. Followed by a furious lecture later on...

She swallows, pulling her hands back down from where she had been nervously playing with the ter'angreal around her neck. How she had managed to forget about the thing, she has no idea.

This place is crowded, and frightening, and full of people she hates, and she wants to go home.

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[study-in-pain.livejournal.com]

Another calm glance.

"We have met."

Her tone was as calm as ever. Nothing seemed to change about the woman as she turned to Rahvin once more. She did not want Ishamael's little plaything to overhear this.

"I have matters that I would discuss with you."

[woven-threads.livejournal.com]

He nodded briskly and glanced at Shelley.

"I must take my leave, Lady Selae." He lifted her hand to his mouth and pressed his lips to the back of her hand for a moment. "Delightful to meet you"

He looked back at Semirhage, his face an unreadable mask.

"I'm listening."

[shelley_winters]

Shelley swallows extremely hard. She had been hoping that in sixty-odd years the woman would not recall. But given the opportunity, she seizes it, and nods politely to Semirhage. She glances at Rahvin as he takes her hand, trying not to squirm uncomfortably when he kisses it, hoping her face is still calm.

Then their attention is mercifully off her, and carefully she turns and makes her way away from the pair, fighting not to hurry, or look back over her shoulder as the pair began to speak in quiet tones.