Alys was not as adept at reading people, and so she opted instead to continue searching through the pile of fabric. She knew exactly what she was looking for now. She had the green... whatever it was, and she thought that would do quite nicely for the bodice and skirt of her dress. But a little emerald lace for the sleeves would really polish off the look. She listened as she searched, oblivious to Harper's discomfort about his fiancee. (Alys really wasn't that observant, to be honest.) But his last sentence gave her pause, and she glanced at him, tilting her head to one side, her brow furrowed in confusion. "You're a council member of Torchline?" she asked, her tone that of disbelief.
Social butterfly though she was not, she immediately realized her blunder and flushed. "You just - you don't seem - " Flustered, she shook her head, dark curls bouncing to hide her face. "Do you see any green lace?" she asked instead, opting to - very obviously - change the subject instead of face up to what she'd said.
Social butterfly though she was not, she immediately realized her blunder and flushed. "You just - you don't seem - " Flustered, she shook her head, dark curls bouncing to hide her face. "Do you see any green lace?" she asked instead, opting to - very obviously - change the subject instead of face up to what she'd said.
alys glasse
waiting for the right mind to drive insane
