Perhaps against the very rules of Kenash itself, Adrienna Lynint had never set foot within the Auction House. She'd never had need to, having been closed in on Lynint grounds with their slaves, having been locked into catching small animals with the slave that would end up one day serving her personally, and having turned her back on the necessity of familiarising herself with a trade that may one day need to be looked into.
It was under the suggestion of a peer that she found herself there now, years after she should have.
Staying strong in the fashion of the season, Adrienna's garb consisted of a navy dress brocaded with deep emerald flowers matched with low-rise boots of leather. It was meant to be an edgy outfit, but she didn't seek to live up to it's vibe. What mattered was that she fit the style of the season, and that people saw her emulating the style. She cared that the dress was lovely, and that the silk of the brocade was soft under her fingers when she felt it.
The one downside to the dress was that it put many of her body modifications on display, and bared the Lynint crocodile on her shoulder to the world. This, of course, was not a downside
for her.
The event was... remarkable. She'd rarely encountered as many people here, milling about as they awaited the start of the auction, and for a moment it rendered Adrienna still. Panicked. And then, she swallowed it, closed the discomfort behind the veil of cool interest, and smiled greetings towards familiar faces, of which there were few.
There were not many words to be exchanged, as Adrienna had come alone and now regretted the decision, and she was loathe to be approached for conversation from one of the unfamiliar faces that seemed interested in her companionship. She didn't wish to cause a scene; this was a place of learning for the moment and she wished to do so in peace. Therefore, the next familiar person would find her taking a seat nearby, where she leaned towards them.
Even from afar, Adrienna recognised Edmund, and it had been from afar that she'd seen him for a long time. She did not seek to engage him in conversation but folded her hands on her lap, kept her posture straight, and focused upon dais that the slaves would join potential owners upon. At her back, the marble felt cool. She shivered at the unexpected chill and shifted, just a smidge, as people began to file to their seats.
Against her intentions, she was privy to snippets of the chat between Edmund and his friend. It took a moment of dismay before she found her resolve and forced herself to appear disinterested; they didn't need to see her there, nor know her there.
Gods, she hated how uncomfortable this situation made her.
Soon enough, though, the slaves would be brought out, and she'd be subject to the full experience of an auction. It was actually an exciting prospect, now that she was present.
price4 gm for brocade dress, .6 gm for leather boots