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[indent][indent][indent][color=#808080][i]You first, English[/i]

Admittedly, she had been called worse. Considerably worse, in fact. [i]Ice queen[/i] had been a particular favourite in certain circles, usually uttered sotto voce by people who lacked the spine for open confrontation. [i]Frigid[/i] was another, though it always struck her as lazy and as an insult that revealed more about the insulter's limitations than her own. There was even one memorable evening in Cannes when a French diplomat's son—a young man whose surname she had already forgotten and whose face she had taken care to—had called her something in Provençal that required a dictionary to fully appreciate. [i]Garce[/i], she believed, although she couldn't quite recall it now and frankly hadn't thought it worth retaining.

So, by comparison, "English" was practically an endearment. Practically a kiss on both cheeks.

[color=#a9c9eb]"Maylisse Beaumont."[/color] The name emerged fully this time, carrying as it always did the implicit suggestion that it ought to mean something. Perhaps it didn't here, in this rustic place of half-bloods, but she had learned long ago that reputation travelled further than one might expect, and she had no intention of devaluing her own. [color=#a9c9eb]"Daughter of Poseidon. Half-sister to your current leader, which I imagine answers several questions simultaneously and raises several more, none of which I feel particularly obliged to answer."[/color] And several of which she did not care to examine too closely herself. 

Maylisse’s gaze settled on Nelly next, though she kept it brief partly out of consideration and partly because the catsuit was beginning to feel like a personal affront. [color=#a9c9eb]"I don't believe guessing will be necessary,"[/color] she said, [color=#a9c9eb]"Hermes. Unless I am very much mistaken."[/color] Maylisse was very much not mistaken. The way Nelly's gaze had begun its rounds of the hall rather confirmed it. Comprehensively curious, then. It was the more diplomatic phrasing, certainly, and she had never claimed to be above using diplomacy when it suited her.

Then her attention moved to Fiona. [color=#a9c9eb]"And your grandfather sounds like a sensible man,"[/color] she added, her tone carrying nothing so crude as warmth but something adjacent to it. [color=#a9c9eb]"Though I would note that I did go first. So. Your turn."[/color]

Ice queen. Garce. Wholly uncharitable, both of them. She had just gone first, hadn't she? Entirely of her own volition, too, and practically genial by any reasonable standard.

Maylisse reached for her tea and found it already lukewarm. Irritating, but not worth remarking upon.[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[hr][sub][color=9b9b9b][b][i]Location: Main Hall 
Interactions: Nelly [@Pristine1281], Fiona [@Fabricator]
Mentions: N/A [/i][/b][/color][/sub]

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