The young Hyur girl started at the approach of someone at her table, but almost gave a sigh of relief when she saw it was a female this time. At least now there was the hope she could get through a conversation without either being fawned over or flirted with. A lot of her frustration had been lifted, and she hoped this was not someone simply jealous because she was “more gifted†in “certain areas†than they were. Maybe it was shallow to think that, but she had been through more than one conversation that specifically covered just that.
“No, I really don’t mind at all! By the Twelve, you don’t know how much of a relief it is to finally talk with another girl here…†she replied, attempting to be polite and managing to hold back her irritation when the little contest was mentioned. “A contest between you and me? What in the hells for?â€
Okay, most of it. Regardless, she looked over to where the Duke’s throne was and her irritation transformed into a light laugh. He had sat back down all the way over there, talking to the other Miqo’te woman and paying absolutely no attention to them. She was not very well educated, but she understood what had just happened. She nodded her head in the Duke’s direction.
“You figure he’s going to look our way anytime soon?â€
The Duke had seated himself yet again, and signaled A’ih to fetch a less sweet wine for him. As she immediately began her brisk pace across the ballroom, he turned his attention back to his other guest.
“Now, Miss Makeo, for what reason have you turned so silent? You might be able to do a fair impression of A’ih if you can maintain it,†he remarked jestingly, giving one of his charming smiles.
Perhaps with Muijh temporarily occupied, he could try to indirectly get some information to assist Darius’ search. Blind searches were difficult for anyone, even to a practiced information broker like Mr. Fallstone. It was a long shot, but he was going to need it.
“No, I really don’t mind at all! By the Twelve, you don’t know how much of a relief it is to finally talk with another girl here…†she replied, attempting to be polite and managing to hold back her irritation when the little contest was mentioned. “A contest between you and me? What in the hells for?â€
Okay, most of it. Regardless, she looked over to where the Duke’s throne was and her irritation transformed into a light laugh. He had sat back down all the way over there, talking to the other Miqo’te woman and paying absolutely no attention to them. She was not very well educated, but she understood what had just happened. She nodded her head in the Duke’s direction.
“You figure he’s going to look our way anytime soon?â€
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The Duke had seated himself yet again, and signaled A’ih to fetch a less sweet wine for him. As she immediately began her brisk pace across the ballroom, he turned his attention back to his other guest.
“Now, Miss Makeo, for what reason have you turned so silent? You might be able to do a fair impression of A’ih if you can maintain it,†he remarked jestingly, giving one of his charming smiles.
Perhaps with Muijh temporarily occupied, he could try to indirectly get some information to assist Darius’ search. Blind searches were difficult for anyone, even to a practiced information broker like Mr. Fallstone. It was a long shot, but he was going to need it.
