Her path of flight from doing things her Qat might find deplorable led her toward the noble viewing sections, where she caught sight of a familiar courtly figure observing the matches. Lady Aarengraf and her bearing remained elusively militant beneath her courtly grace. The noblewoman's calculating gaze shifted to Elua as the brunette approached.
The illusionist had decided to hold off with large applications of her Astralism to prevent mistakes. Due to that choice of visibility, the woman no doubt noted the unhappy edge in her usually perfect facade. The reincarnator wasn't in the mood to mask her emotional reaction.
'A person of her nature would never let that pass quietly.'
"Young Lady Goltbred. Your timing is impeccable as always."