[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/241208/a04161052c56932d95d6bf9168fcef02.png[/img][/center][hr][i]The Eye of the Beholder[/i][hr]

Nesna swirled her drink around in the cup passively as Sya dismissed her apology and then asked about styling. After a moment of pause, Nesna responded.

[color=DDA0DD]“It’s all well,”[/color] she cryptically said. Her tone was a bit wistful, though what she said to conclude had a firm downturn in tone clearly indicating she was not currently interested in elaborating further, [color=DDA0DD]“I’ve just never been a Miss before.”[/color]

To avoid making an awkward situation of it, Nesna took a small sip of the wine and offered a polite smile. As the innkeeper soon needed to hurry off, Nesna then responded, [color=DDA0DD]“Of course, there is no hurry,”[/color] though she was unsure if the innkeeper had indeed heard her response. As she stood idly, her attention turned to her bags. Looking at them, at the map, and then around the room, she took a step and flagged down one of the inn’s workers. 

[color=DDA0DD]“I’ll need these brought to room number six,”[/color] she stated firmly. With a flick of the wrist, she floated the bags into the hands of the man, and then reached over and grabbed the smallest of the bags from him—the bag from which she had produced the earrings.

[color=DDA0DD]“Never you mind this one. I’ll keep it on my person,”[/color] she added. She turned her attention back to the bar for a moment, before adding [color=DDA0DD]“Thank you,”[/color] as the man walked off with her clothes. Once the worker was properly on his way, Nesna returned her attention fully to the conversations going on nearby. She watched from the corner of her eye as Guard Kain continued to speak to another man—and then that same man prevented him from leaving for a spell. 

If there was one small consolation about her eyes, their lack of pupils made it altogether impossible to see precisely where she was looking. And Nesna had forgotten, only now remembering, just how interesting it could be the eavesdrop. 

It was making sense, now. Of course Guard Kain had suspected her. Evidently, there were others about who might have borne a resemblance to her in some way. Or at least, it must have to his battered and bruised eyes. How inconvenient. Though it made sense, in the end. Things couldn’t very well have been fully auspicious; meeting Zeph obviously meant an open, waiting hand from fate to receive its proportionate repayment. More than one step forward, most often, demanded at least one step back, if not more steps back than forward. As Nesna’s eyelids and brow sunk in slow resignation to the conclusion, the innkeeper returned with food.

Nesna leaned forward slightly, inspecting the spread. Her expression remained largely the same, though she reminded herself to put a smile back on.  

[color=DDA0DD]“Thank you,”[/color] she replied, then adding, [color=DDA0DD]“I’ll let you know how it suits me.”[/color]

Nesna took the nearest seat at the bar—the one right next to the man who had been speaking with Guard Kain.

[color=DDA0DD]“Pardon,”[/color] Nesna said, mostly to him, as she went to sit, setting her drink down as she approached. She swept her peacock-blue dress forward as she took her seat on the stool, and then pivoted to face the bar properly. With three fingers outstretched, Nesna pointed to the food, and then curled them inward, drawing to food in front of her.

Uncertain whether the man was going to rush off or not, Nesna pulled both wings tightly to her, so they would neither rest on the floor nor stick out far back. She turned her attention back to the food, and nudged the bread away from her. It was tempting, certainly, but a terrible idea. 

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