"Nice to meet you," said Tris, offering a polite smile. Her voice was smooth and composed, and it was carrying the relaxed tone of someone used to socializing. "I'm Tris. You could say I'm a friend of Leon. Well, more precisely, my husband is close friends with him, so naturally, that makes us friends too."
"Ah..." Isiliraiellyn's gaze darted to the side, like she was uncertain. Her posture stiffened slightly, and her words came out disjointed, like she wasn't sure how to respond. Still, after a short pause, she seemed to find her footing. "I'm Isiliraiellyn. No—I'm the great Isiliraiellyn. You better remember the name, or you'll be cursed if you don't."
Her declaration was a bit over the top, but it felt like she was trying to push past the initial overwhelm Tris's presence stirred in her.
Despite the awkward air, she forced her name out in that usual confident, almost haughty tone she always used, as if trying to reclaim control over the situation.
