[ The man looked... removed. Alone, and disparate from everyone else. It's a familiar sensation to the Praesi, something that she had long-felt, and while here in this world (and the last) she had quite the social circle, Akua Sahelian was nothing if not well known among the former Pleroma and Kenoma, as well as the Meridian here, she knew what it was to keep oneself away from others, carefully constructed, carefully built walls.
She approached, from somewhere off from behind him, curious if he would speak, or if he was one of the types that wouldn't. Not that she minded, she had often found that those who didn't had a great deal of power or capability, even if they hid it or restrained it from sight.
Was she already strategizing for the future? Of course she was. She may be Meridian (for now) but she intended to see this through -- she wondered if seeing Calerina again would be worth the price, but more than that -- She didn't want to see this land destroyed by the forces of oblivion like the last. When she was near, he'd already spoke up, perhaps to someone else -- there were plenty of servants -- about the quality of the wine.
From behind, said a voice: ] If you want something stronger, you need but ask. They keep the more potent fare outside of the formal gatherings. There's no need for drunkards causing issue upon first arrival, don't you think?
[ If he'd turned, he'd see a woman, dark skinned with her hair set in a complicated array of braids, pins and clips held it up, and there's one pin with an iliachtida to top it. Her hands folded over a dress that is far too low-cut, the shape of the space from her neck down to her midriff is the shape of a heart, and her smile is almost sharp -- the edges of a violent sharpness -- as she addressed him from behind. ]
III - TOO BAD YOU GET BOTH
She approached, from somewhere off from behind him, curious if he would speak, or if he was one of the types that wouldn't. Not that she minded, she had often found that those who didn't had a great deal of power or capability, even if they hid it or restrained it from sight.
Was she already strategizing for the future? Of course she was. She may be Meridian (for now) but she intended to see this through -- she wondered if seeing Calerina again would be worth the price, but more than that -- She didn't want to see this land destroyed by the forces of oblivion like the last. When she was near, he'd already spoke up, perhaps to someone else -- there were plenty of servants -- about the quality of the wine.
From behind, said a voice: ] If you want something stronger, you need but ask. They keep the more potent fare outside of the formal gatherings. There's no need for drunkards causing issue upon first arrival, don't you think?
[ If he'd turned, he'd see a woman, dark skinned with her hair set in a complicated array of braids, pins and clips held it up, and there's one pin with an iliachtida to top it. Her hands folded over a dress that is far too low-cut, the shape of the space from her neck down to her midriff is the shape of a heart, and her smile is almost sharp -- the edges of a violent sharpness -- as she addressed him from behind. ]