Nahri Nalju observed herself in a mirror in the moments before her meeting with Senator Jin Vaisra of Fondor.
She wore a white dress, with the gold jewelry that had once been her mother’s banding her hair. She smoothed the dress as she checked herself over. It was no different than the hundreds of times she had met dignitaries as the eldest daughter of NalTech’s late CEO. But something about this time was different. She had been Vex for the past few months, so consumed with her Sith duties that ‘Nahri’ had become only the occasional voice haunting her thoughts. She preferred things that way—Vex was the skin she felt most comfortable in.
Still, she had other duties. Nalju Technologies gave her access to places Sith were usually scorned from. To people that usually avoided being seen with Sith Masters in person. From everything that she had read about Jin Vaisra, Nahri suspected he would actually be quite comfortable in the company of a Sith. And yet, she had to meet him as Nahri nonetheless. This deal was important. She had done the legwork sabotaging the current board. Now she needed to prove she could lead it.
Ranami, her assistant, stepped into the room and gave her a quick appraisal. “You look fine,” she said.
“Good enough for a prince?” Nahri asked, not peeling her eyes from the mirror.
“Better,” Ranami replied.
Nahri smirked. “Then, we better get started—by being fashionably late.”
It was a negotiating tactic of hers. She studied all her marks, and she knew Jin Vaisra had a reputation for being… prickly. And that was good. She wanted him prickly. Prickly men were easy to manipulate. That he was a prince was all the better. So, ten minutes after their reservations, she finally appeared at the restaurant, and slid into the seat across from him. “Senator Vaisra,” she intoned, “How wonderful it is to meet you, at long last. I must apologize for my tardiness. You would not believe the skylanes outside.” @Song
She wore a white dress, with the gold jewelry that had once been her mother’s banding her hair. She smoothed the dress as she checked herself over. It was no different than the hundreds of times she had met dignitaries as the eldest daughter of NalTech’s late CEO. But something about this time was different. She had been Vex for the past few months, so consumed with her Sith duties that ‘Nahri’ had become only the occasional voice haunting her thoughts. She preferred things that way—Vex was the skin she felt most comfortable in.
Still, she had other duties. Nalju Technologies gave her access to places Sith were usually scorned from. To people that usually avoided being seen with Sith Masters in person. From everything that she had read about Jin Vaisra, Nahri suspected he would actually be quite comfortable in the company of a Sith. And yet, she had to meet him as Nahri nonetheless. This deal was important. She had done the legwork sabotaging the current board. Now she needed to prove she could lead it.
Ranami, her assistant, stepped into the room and gave her a quick appraisal. “You look fine,” she said.
“Good enough for a prince?” Nahri asked, not peeling her eyes from the mirror.
“Better,” Ranami replied.
Nahri smirked. “Then, we better get started—by being fashionably late.”
It was a negotiating tactic of hers. She studied all her marks, and she knew Jin Vaisra had a reputation for being… prickly. And that was good. She wanted him prickly. Prickly men were easy to manipulate. That he was a prince was all the better. So, ten minutes after their reservations, she finally appeared at the restaurant, and slid into the seat across from him. “Senator Vaisra,” she intoned, “How wonderful it is to meet you, at long last. I must apologize for my tardiness. You would not believe the skylanes outside.” @Song
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