27 May 2011
Voreyn and Sorani Zahir meet by chance in Fanghill, and the two do not start out on the right foot.
Voreyn Zahir allows the silence to linger for a minute or two after Sorani's last statement, and instead her gaze rolls up--and up until she is staring at the darkening sky from beneath the frame of her eyelashes. Her posture remains the same, her expression remains blank, but her breathing deepens noticeably as she quells rising tides of irritation. "Well, it seems I have assumed wrongly about your duties," she replies after a moment of silence, letting her gaze drop to eye-level once more. Her lips quirk upward at the corners with a polite semi-smile, and she reaches with her fingers to pull her cloak around her body once more. "I thought perhaps by your greeting that you came to me with some degree of authority and personal merit, but I stand corrected. I do beg pardon for assigning to you a duty that is most obviously not yours. Do not let me interrupt your shopping, Lady Zahir; it would be a deplorable state of affairs to show up to the next ball in outdated attire."