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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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[woven-threads.livejournal.com]

He leaned in slightly, "Family is a very dangerous attachment," he whispered, his cheek brushing against her hair.

[shelley_winters]

Shelley unhappily says nothing, all too aware of the family she has back home, and her friends at the bar. It's a horrible, terrifying thought, and she's suddenly afraid the sound of her voice might betray her.

She keeps dancing, coldly ignoring the way he leans close.

[woven-threads.livejournal.com]

Rahvin laughed but his eyes remained emotionless. She was afraid of the others.

"Is this your first time at one of Graendal's parties?" He smoothly changed the subject.

[shelley_winters]

"Yes," she says, gratefully seizing on it.

She completes a turn with creditable grace, for once. Keep the conversation on easy things, and perhaps she can cope.

[woven-threads.livejournal.com]

"Lucky that you're Ishamael's, or you could wind up the entertainment. You'd be surprised at the things that can suddenly happen."

He followed the steps easily.

[shelley_winters]

Or not so easy. She stiffens slightly in his arms.

"I'm not sure I would."

Her voice is colder than she had meant it to sound, and she mentally kicks herself.

[woven-threads.livejournal.com]

"There are worse fates. I cannot think of one myself at the moment."

[shelley_winters]

Shelley continues dancing in silence.

Is he threatening her, or simply playing around with words, trying to scare her? It's impossible to say.

[woven-threads.livejournal.com]

Rahvin looked up, trying to spot Ishamael. His reaction was all that mattered.

The dance was almost at an end.

[shelley_winters]

As the music stops, Shelley very carefully doesn't give a sigh of relief, but thinks one extremely hard, stopping and releasing his hand carefully. Reaching up to his shoulder that long had been somewhat tricky, apart from anything else.

[woven-threads.livejournal.com]

"Thank you for the dance, Lady Selae."

He smiled but his eyes were still cold.

"Ishamael has chosen well."

[shelley_winters]

Shelley steps back stiffly, cheeks angrily darkening again although she tries to force it down.

Rather let him see anything on her face she might regret, she bows her head in response to his thanks.

"Thank you, Lord Rahvin."

Go away go away go away...

[study-in-pain.livejournal.com]

An extremely tall, and beautiful woman with charcoal black skin gracefully walked towards Rahvin. Her hands were folded against the front of her long, black skirts. A simple, unadorned, high-necked dress stood out amongst the elegant fashions of the party. Her voice was calm, and soothingly maternal as she spoke.

"Rahvin."

Pausing for a moment, she glanced towards Shelley dark-eyed gaze studying the tiny redhead for a moment before she returned her gaze to Rahvin without saying another word.

[woven-threads.livejournal.com]

"Semirhage." His voice was calm only because he could show no weakness.

Graendal and Lanfear he could understand to some extent, but the sadistic nature of the woman in front of him was almost unimaginable.

"Have you met Lady Selae?"

[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.