Solace
. . .
When his head twists around to find her the gaze he will find is cool and steady. But his unexpected response and slack jaw cause a thin smile to pull at the corners of her pale mouth. The shock across his face lightens her sulking mood, and the strangeness of the situation causes her to forget her troubles for now. She assumes that the change in attitude is due to a sudden realization that he is speaking to Hyaline's queen. but as he recovers enough to speak again, it is clear that he still has no idea. Maybe this should disappoint her, but it only adds to the mystery.
It's... refreshing.
Of course, she may not have found his cutting tone quite as charming if it weren't for the good dose of jagged beauty slashed across his features. As she stands watching the muttering, wobbling stallion, Solace tells herself that she is only staying because she needs to know what is going on in the Riverlands. She considers this misty strip of land an extension of her own kingdom, and with the changes happening across Beqanna is was best if she kept tabs on those who lived on her doorstep. Ilma's diligence in this area had led them to a sickly ex-queen, ready to drown herself in a fit of fever. Yet she doesn't step forward to lend this stranger a shoulder to lean on.
"Lace." Smoak's old nickname for her slides off her tongue with ease. It wasn't a lie, exactly, even if she hadn't been called that by anyone in half a lifetime. She ignores his annoyance, for now, it's intended impact is diminished by his fumbling anyway.
"You sure are rude for someone who looks like he could use some help."
@[Crevan]