20.Apr.18, 08:13 AM
This was not going well, Xyliah decided as she frowned at the back of Jalazmar’s head as he slowly stood up – he was tall! – and straightened his clothing. She smoothed her features into a placid expression as he finally turned towards her, introducing himself. His sudden laughter had her eyebrows drawing together. If she weren’t so confident in herself, she would have worried she’d spilt some of her afternoon snack on herself. As it was, she was quite sure she had not – confirmed by his statements – and she tilted her chin, which was jutted somewhat in anger.
“Well noted,” she said icily, quite disgusted, both with him – and herself. She was guilty of being just as shallow, what with being pleased by his dashing appearance as he obviously was with her own, and that irked her. It shouldn’t matter so much what they looked like, it was what was inside that counted! Of course, Xyliah wasn’t sure she’d ever have been able to agree to marry a hideous oaf… Luckily it looked like she was just getting a plain old oaf!
Xyliah’s nostrils flared at the implication that not only was she not who she said she was, but that someone would dare to impersonate her! “He most certainly did not!” she snapped, her hands falling from their proper place before her and settling instead on her hips as she glared at Jalazmar. “Your oaf of a servant called my name in the hall, then grabbed me by the arm and marched me here with enough pressure to bruise!” She hissed the words, quite upset now. “Not so much as a ‘hello my lady’! Then he shoved me in here and I get treated like, like, this!” Xyliah stamped her foot, in a childish display of her distress.
“I had been quite looking forward to meeting you!” She declared, her tone indicating that he should feel quite ashamed of himself for the way he had treated her. Her expression melted into a sad pout, and her hands fell from her hips.
“Well noted,” she said icily, quite disgusted, both with him – and herself. She was guilty of being just as shallow, what with being pleased by his dashing appearance as he obviously was with her own, and that irked her. It shouldn’t matter so much what they looked like, it was what was inside that counted! Of course, Xyliah wasn’t sure she’d ever have been able to agree to marry a hideous oaf… Luckily it looked like she was just getting a plain old oaf!
Xyliah’s nostrils flared at the implication that not only was she not who she said she was, but that someone would dare to impersonate her! “He most certainly did not!” she snapped, her hands falling from their proper place before her and settling instead on her hips as she glared at Jalazmar. “Your oaf of a servant called my name in the hall, then grabbed me by the arm and marched me here with enough pressure to bruise!” She hissed the words, quite upset now. “Not so much as a ‘hello my lady’! Then he shoved me in here and I get treated like, like, this!” Xyliah stamped her foot, in a childish display of her distress.
“I had been quite looking forward to meeting you!” She declared, her tone indicating that he should feel quite ashamed of himself for the way he had treated her. Her expression melted into a sad pout, and her hands fell from her hips.