((Continued from Part II))
7th of Faith, still
Laurent
Salamah's features are handsome, if angular, his skin a dark bronzed color, his
eyes as green as a healthy tree. His clothing included a deep red shirt, tight
fit, trimmed with golden cloth, with slightly flashy cuffs. He wears long
dark-blue pants, fine material which has a shade that quite compliiments the
red, with the gold tying the colors together. His outfit ends in dark green
shoes, or perhaps they are black, it is dark enough in colors to be either. All
in all, he doesn't look like a man who is only two years younger than Bundar,
especially not with his longish, silky looking black hair.
He gave a
charming, even sincere-looking smile and began to walk towards Bundar, "Hail,"
Salamah said, "I am Duke Salamah of House Laurent."
Al Saffah
Bundar smiles amiably back- dullard he may be, but he is a dullard who has been
taught etiquette. "Greetings to you, Duke Salamah Laurent," he says with a
slight bow. "I am Bundar Al Saffah, Emir of House Al Saffah of Sheratan. Have
you travelled far?" Another very minor noble house might be potential
competition, but could also be a valuable friend. At present he's relying on
Qaribah to inform him of her impression later, much as he would with Bushra.
Laurent
Quite far, Honorable Emir. Though one can say that I have done much travelling,
recently. Some months ago I took up residence on Alshain Magna, which does not
have as much unfrozen water on the whole planet as is evident around us now."
"I have come to discuss something with the House Ser Noche. A private
matter, I'm sure you will understand." He was watching Bundar's reaction, and
apparently got enough out of it to say, perceptively, "It seems you too are here
to see the Lady Ser Noche."
"Might I be so intemporate as to return the
question: have you travelled far?" He asked Bundar, but he also had half an eye
on Qaribah, as if they were the only two people to come--and that might or might
not be so--that would mean she was important, smart...or that he didn't trust
her to be left alone. At the moment he didn't have enough evidence to come to a
conclusion, so he held any judgements.
Al Saffah
Bundar nods understandingly- private matters are private matters, after all.
"Indeed, indeed," she says in response to Salamah's deduction. "And, not
greatly. Sheratan is a mere few sectors away from Algol- I do not think I can be
faulted for seeking to pay my respects to a most esteemed neighbor, mmm?" Nobody
else seems to be emerging from the Al Saffah ship, for now at least. "But ah, I
forget my manners! May I present my eldest child, Qaribah." Qaribah, for her
part, bows her head slightly, smiling warmly, with every bit as much apparent
sincerity as Salamah.
Laurent
Is it a horrible thing that Salamah does not, for a second, think the smile
could be genuine? Doesn't even assign it a probability. Likely yes, but quite
understandable, really.
He made a slight gesture with his right hand, and
turned it into a sweeping bow as his surveillance devices on his wife
activated. Ah, she was still getting everything together.
"I am charmed
and delighted to meet you, Qaribah," he said, as he finished his sweeping,
flourishing--but not low enough to be anything more than that of a Head of a
Noble House to the...honored daughter of another.
His smile changed
slightly, to add a bit more masculine charm to the smile he gave Qaribah, just
to see her reaction, before his smile, and his gaze, shifted back to Bundar, "It
is a joy to have children, Honorable Emir, is it not? Especially children as
charming and lovely as her. I myself have a son, though he is only two, and not
quite yet fit, let us say," he said, his smile growing slightly humorous, "To
greet Nobles of other Houses."
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