[ Even though he gestures for her to go first, Anahid hesitates for a second before lifting her skirt an inch to step inside. Not out of any particular fear, but because she needs a moment to weigh the discourtesies - disregard a king's gesture or step ahead of him? She may have been slotted into this role of accidental diplomat against her will, sure, but she's determined to take it seriously.
Besides, she likes listening to him speak. The same Ravkan that sounds like the bleating of a dying sheep from her lips is a lot more silvery from his. When he passes judgment on fog merely being in a pique, she can't quite mask the way her lips twitch with amusement.
This will be nice, she decides. Maybe if they get really lucky, she'll be able to catch a glimpse of Ketterdam! These silly thoughts intrigue her enough that she almost misses Nikolai's next words...
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
1/2
Besides, she likes listening to him speak. The same Ravkan that sounds like the bleating of a dying sheep from her lips is a lot more silvery from his. When he passes judgment on fog merely being in a pique, she can't quite mask the way her lips twitch with amusement.
This will be nice, she decides. Maybe if they get really lucky, she'll be able to catch a glimpse of Ketterdam! These silly thoughts intrigue her enough that she almost misses Nikolai's next words...
But not quite. ]