( This is of the first social gatherings she attends without the mantle of titles, and without the complexities of recognition. There is no crown to wear, no Greens to confront. But it is an opportunity that cannot be overlooked — she must learn all she can about this world, and more pointedly, this keep if she is to find her proverbial footing. It will do her no good to wither away in her anger or worry, for that which is left behind her. It isn't entirely pacified, never quite will be, but she will not be given to wallow in self-pity.
Instead, she lets herself be guided by her curiosity, and fall into the social game like a worn glove. Through the banquet, she carries herself with habitual posture, surety worn like a tightly buttoned coat and she drifts through the hall.
When at court, one identifies its key players. The purpose of this banquet, it seems, is to offer help to the newly summoned. A noble enough endeavor and one she intends to utilize. She needs to know names, and faces; solitude is a thing that can fester, and drown out hope.
She's directed to a man named Istredd, who is carved tall amidst the small crowd and she approaches, hands folded in front of her. ) Lord Istredd? ( The title is an assumption; it is better to appeal as such, at any rate. There's little pride lost in it. ) I'm told you're the one I need to speak with, on the topic of magic? ( her smile is small and quick — polite, but direct. )
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Instead, she lets herself be guided by her curiosity, and fall into the social game like a worn glove. Through the banquet, she carries herself with habitual posture, surety worn like a tightly buttoned coat and she drifts through the hall.
When at court, one identifies its key players. The purpose of this banquet, it seems, is to offer help to the newly summoned. A noble enough endeavor and one she intends to utilize. She needs to know names, and faces; solitude is a thing that can fester, and drown out hope.
She's directed to a man named Istredd, who is carved tall amidst the small crowd and she approaches, hands folded in front of her. ) Lord Istredd? ( The title is an assumption; it is better to appeal as such, at any rate. There's little pride lost in it. ) I'm told you're the one I need to speak with, on the topic of magic? ( her smile is small and quick — polite, but direct. )