The way she turns her head away is at least part involuntary— to spare her beloved bon-papa the kneejerk face she pulls at the prospect of a general you that necessarily includes her being more frequently seen in Val Royeaux, a place she has thawed upon but not warmed to, exactly. (You know: Orlais.) She isn't looking in any specific direction, just casting her gaze off somewhere she won't be as tempted to roll her eyes,
and she is still so close to Stephen that he can feel the way she tenses, caught off-guard by eye contact she could not possibly have been expecting.
Her recovery is not as graceful as she might have liked. It irritates her, instantly, that Marcellin's is; his own conversation smoothly uninterrupted, but his sister now distinctly aware of him within her orbit. If not in arm's reach, then certainly within striking distance. (A tall man in a brighter shade of red, his hair nearly so long but much straighter, his masque artfully matched to his outfit and his awareness of them moving through this evening constant. He must be of an age with her, indeterminate how close or on which side of the number; something familiar to his mannerisms.)
“You'd think all the work we've been doing this past decade would have merited being taken seriously,” is a sharper gripe than she might have made if she weren't off-balanced; the way she presses her mouth shut after saying it suggests she knows as much.
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and she is still so close to Stephen that he can feel the way she tenses, caught off-guard by eye contact she could not possibly have been expecting.
Her recovery is not as graceful as she might have liked. It irritates her, instantly, that Marcellin's is; his own conversation smoothly uninterrupted, but his sister now distinctly aware of him within her orbit. If not in arm's reach, then certainly within striking distance. (A tall man in a brighter shade of red, his hair nearly so long but much straighter, his masque artfully matched to his outfit and his awareness of them moving through this evening constant. He must be of an age with her, indeterminate how close or on which side of the number; something familiar to his mannerisms.)
“You'd think all the work we've been doing this past decade would have merited being taken seriously,” is a sharper gripe than she might have made if she weren't off-balanced; the way she presses her mouth shut after saying it suggests she knows as much.