haar flirten consists of chemosynthese uitleggen - Sanne over Oriana

Keres had wormed her way into the castle easy enough. Even if she wasn't in the exact way she wanted. The woman had taken on the role as a maid, an admittedly good way for her to spy on others. Being able to traverse the palace rather without much trouble. And hear gossip, from both other servants and the people she was supposedly working for. The downside was that it was expected of her to do the actual work that came with it. Which Keres found rather degrading. She wasn't a lady by any means, despite her fancy last name. But she also wasn't some retainer. Taking orders from others like a dog. Keres was able to dodge her so-called "duties" most of the time but, sometimes, she had no choice but to strap up her sleeves. Like now, for example; as she was cleaning someone's room. Dusting the shelves, putting away clothes, making the bed. All menial tasks, and yet Keres had to do them. The sorceress did have the conciliation, though, that this job wouldn't be permanent. Once the rime was right, she would confront her brother. And finally be able to throw off this cover. 

Keres was sure Zuhayr had no idea she was here too, working as a skivvy. The heavy servant clothes were a very good disguise. The woman was just about done when she heard someone enter. The very owner of the room, in fact. That wasn't so strange unto itself, but- Keres knew her. They had met before, back in Xaila. Keres narrowed her eyes a little as she walked past the red head. Keeping her head down. 

The sorceress was a little surprised about the familiarity with which Oriana addressed her. Keres, was just a servant after all. Not an equal, the redhead could just completely ignore her and no one would bat an eye. The Vysalar did explain her kind approach by telling Keres that she wanted to meet the person who had been keeping a watch on her plants in her absence. The Xailain narrowed her eyes, something told her that the redhead wasn't being entirely truthful. That she was after something more rather than a simple conversation. "Please excuse me, madame," she said, changing the tone of her voice to one she never really used before. "But I have other business to attend too." She wouldn't indulge the curious little ginger.

Yet it seemed that, shutting the girl down, wasn't enough. Since, a spark of recognition twinkled in her eyes, and then her jaw dropped a little. It seemed she was finally able to lay the link. Keres could almost hear the little "click" her brain made when it put the pieces together. "Keres?!" The woman exclaimed with a smile. But Keres didn't smile, she didn't have any meaningful reaction whatsoever. The only thing she did was hold her head high. Since there was no point in shying away now. Oriana made some stupid joke that almost made Keres cringe. But she kept herself still. "I work here now." She simply said as she walked away from the woman, and towards the door. Keres wanted to get out here as quickly as possible.

Oriana chuckled when Keres had told her that she held a job at the palace. It wasn't in a haughty way, but the sorceress couldn't help but see it as such. Especially with the way the red head held her head in angle while doing so. Which stopped Keres from leaving, the Xailian stopped dead in her tracks in front of the door. Her hands wavering above the knob. Keres had her back turned to the red head. That way; the Vylasar, couldn't see her brow furring further and further by every question she asked. Keres knew she really should go, but she simply couldn't now. She didn't know how, but something had changed. Where she wanted to get out of here as soon as possible before. Now she wanted to stay, actually engage in the conversation. Though why, exactly; the woman couldn't say. Perhaps it was because she didn't want to leave the redhead with too many questions. Curiosity could be a dangerous thing, and she didn't want this woman to do more digging on her than she was currently already doing. Or perhaps, somewhere, Keres did like talking to someone who wasn't a complete stranger to here. "Yes here." The woman said as she turned around and took a step away from the door. Her demeanor remained as cold and distant as ever. "I don't consider Xaila my home." She was born there, yes, grew up there- but she didn't have a particular attachment to the place. To the culture. It was just like any other place to her. She had no true home, in essence, no place where she longed to return to. Where she felt at ease, safe even.

Hahaha even een time skip want ik had al een stuk geschreven en helemaal niet door dat Oriana mee liep haha en ik heb geen zin om alles opnieuw te schrijven dus we doen het even zo sorry sanne x

The conversation went on, and eventually the two of them did find themselves in the hallway. Keres, with Oriana walking beside her. Who's eyes seemed to twinkle in the lighting that the dim passageway provided.  "What made you come all the way over here? The scenery?" The Vylasar said with a smile. Keres narrowed her eyes slightly, but then shrugged. "I needed the money." A lie, she was never in need of money. Not anymore. Oriana then asked if she was here because of family. The Xailan looked locked eyes with the woman beside her, but her face betrayed nothing. "Family?" She reiterated. "Why would I be here for that?"