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[b][center] — The Imperial Great Hall, The Conclave — [/center][/b]
Although he did not outwardly react, Prometheus was surprised that Rhelissa had caught the brief divergence of his eyes, an action performed in less than a fraction of a second and with such a substantial difference in height. She was much sharper than he had initially assumed, a useful quality in an ally but a deadly one in an enemy. If the previous conversation was anything to go by, it might inadvertently end up more so the latter...

[color=silver] "No, simply recognising a face. This conversation takes precedence at the current time. And, please, just Prometheus is fine." [/color]

The coldness in his eyes refused to dissipate and between the two of them, the atmosphere was icy enough to send small animals into hibernation, although neither of them seemed particularly disgruntled by it. While he couldn't speak for the princess, Prometheus was actually quite comfortable in this aura, a space devoid of suffocating double speak and politics. Thinking back on his less than stellar conversation with the Prince of Forlonia, he decided to take Kara's words to heart and attempt to build a friendship with at least a few of his fellow students.

[color=silver] "How are you finding the Conclave thus far, Princess Rhelissa? I haven't had much of a chance to look around as of yet."[/color]

The words seemed awkward to the prince as he spoke, even though to anyone else listening they were spoken with clarity and slight confidence. His instinct to find a secluded space and isolate himself flared again, but he forced it away. With any luck, he could make it through at least one conversation before his reclusive side wins out, his hands itching for the leather of his bow and the tension of its bow string. It was a defence mechanism he developed after his... incident; practising his archery to calm himself. [color=silver][i]'Maybe I could invite Rhelissa along? I'm not if she would appreciate a brief show of archery, but it's the only other thing I can think off...'[/i][/color]