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[hr][hr]Interacting with: Elden Rowan [@Xtreme], Alyssa Arynn [@NarcissisticPotato][hr][hr][/center]
The scene unfolding before her became rather too much for Iris to bear. After another long minute of watching the group of wards attempting to socialise, she let out a long sigh. Why was she here? She was surrounded by a group of children. It was as her eyes rested on the assumed Stark girl that her gaze frosted over, betraying nothing but cool contempt. She watched as the girl's eyes flickered over Elden, and a stab of hot jealousy flared up in her mind. [i]It was a mere glance.[/i] She reasoned with herself, dragging her gaze away before any offence could be taken. She did not fancy herself in love with her bodyguard, she had concluded a while back. Yet, he was still hers, enough so for her to feel a sharp sense of possessiveness over him. Their odd relationship certainly wasn't easy, what with loyalty towards each other not being a priority, and their love for sex winning out over any false pretences that they should be chivalrous with one another.   

It had taken Iris mere seconds for her gaze to analyse every single one of the other wards, and her lack of control of the situation soon resulted in her shifting uncomfortably. [color=FFDAB9][b]"They're all so pretty, aren't they?" [/b][/color]She murmured, not needing to look back to know that Elden was listening. There was something about the girl's tone that suggested that she wasn't quite fine with that fact. Her moment of insecurity to was soon replaced by a tone laced with amusement, and perhaps a hint of sarcasm. [color=FFDAB9][b]"Noble blood is just precious these days." [/b][/color]

She shifted away from the chair she had originally planned to sit on, now indecisive about whether to introduce herself or not. Her decision was made for her as the doors burst open to reveal a proud, swaggering figure. As the figure entered the room, they were revealed to be female, probably a very attractive one if it were not for the bristling anger seemingly oozing from the girl's demeanour. Her words were sharp, yet pathetic to Iris and, for the first time in front of the other wards, she spoke up. 

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"What a pleasure to finally meet a...Lady of the Arynn House."[/b][/color] She purred, her lips now turned upwards in a smile that could only belong to a Tyrell. [color=FFDAB9][b]"Although, I must say, your sense of humour really is disappointing. One would think that after such a long time of hiding away, you could have at least [i]rehearsed[/i] your irony."[/b][/color] Iris proceeded to pick at the embroidery of the backing of the chair next to her, something typically seen as unladylike yet somehow still graceful with her lithe fingers and the intent of her gaze.[color=FFDAB9][b] "Is it really that difficult to actually think before making oneself heard?" [/b][/color]

The formality of her tone was stiff, something she only referred to when her desire was to sound superior. It was something she had picked up in the tribulations of Tyrell politics; when wanting to [i]be[/i] right, one had to first [i]sound[/i] right.