closed starter for: nayara kaelvorn & lukesh || @brntsgld place: at the feast time: during the pre-sacrifice feast
The feast is in full swing as Nayara focuses her attention back with the crowd, after allowing Lady Altinsoy more time for herself. There are plenty of tasks she has yet to accomplish, a tidy little list she had made to cross throughout the feast. Chief of them is finding Seren and impressing upon her the importance of subtlety and subterfuge. She has already come up with the excuse that she had seen her sneaking around and had followed worrying for her safety, only to see her snooping near the inner chambers of the coven; all she needed now was to find her research companion and offer both advice and to teach her to pick locks. That neither Cian nor Seren knew how to do as much while engaging in subterfuge is nearly painful, and she is also planning to pull Cian aside to give him the same offer. Though, she is much more likely to admit why she had been a witness of their attempts than with Seren.
Yet, in order to offer Seren her aid she needed to find her. A rather difficult task on the flickering candlelight and the crowd.
Nayara spent a few songs looking around, trying to find the lady in question, but she ends up being unable to do as much. Fleetingly, she wonders if she is with— She wipes the thought away, even before it forms, for she truly and wholly does not want to know, despite her usual desire to know everything. As she is shaking her head to shake the thought loose, Nayara’s gaze falls on Lord Tenelith, and a considering hum sits at the back of her throat. She has yet to formally meet the man, but who better to know of his sister’s location than family?
“Good evening Lord Tenelith,” she says once she is within reach, falling into a proper curtsy before standing up straight with her hands in front of her. “Apologies for interrupting your evening, but I was wondering if you knew of your sister’s whereabouts? I had something to discuss but I cannot seem to find her.”