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Iseult wasn't generally the sort inclined towards idle conversation. She wasn't the sort that really set out to attract to her any sort of companionship, friendly or otherwise. As such, as she rarely lifted her head to look around her at others and sat more hunched and kept her attention focused as to seem rather busy and uninteresting than she did to open her stance and lounge with an air of boredom. As such, she hardly considered anyone might be so bold as she seat themselves at her table unless the place prove to be packed.
The thunk as someone did deposit themselves across from her suggested that the place was indeed empty, but as Iseult looked up and glanced briefly around her, she noted that this was not in fact the case. She frowned and stared for a moment at the table before shifting in her chair, a rigid presence at the table, her brow furrowed, her mouth set into a thin line. She did not overtly study the woman, but did note that the individual was in fact female and young, by the looks of her.
Finally, she tilted her cheek and fixed dark eyes on Seyren, brows rising slightly. She'd only barely caught the quick smile the woman had flashed her and she did not return it, looking more puzzled and discomforted than engaged. "Serale," she greeted Seyren succinctly and folded her paper up again, tucking it beneath her plate, the charcoal rolling away from her fingers to settle against a split in the wooden tabletop.
She set her hand under the table and rubbed it against her thigh to rid her fingers of the dusty charcoal that clung into the grooves of her fingers and for a moment focused on her food, poking at it with all the interest of a person who clearly had something else on their mind. She looked up again, puzzled. "Can I help you?" Had it been a man across from her, she might have been a trace more rude than what she was already presenting. For now she was simply...distant, a bit cool.
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