Alyana entered the line of entrants without so much as a word to anyone else.  She regarded everyone the same, and paid no mind to the snickers and giggles.  She had found long ago that to give any notice to the fools who mocked her was a waste of time.  They would be dead soon enough.<br/><br/>One voice, though, refused to be ignored.  She turned and looked in silence, her dark eyes empty of any readable emotion as Anaksis mocked her and the other newest entry to the council.  She, once more, did not bother to give the words any mind, turning her head away form the woman without a word.  She continued to hold her head high, her shoulders back.  She may have only come into her power a few hundred years, but she wore it well.<br/><br/>Her attention, however was grabbed when Lady Daskai spoke.  She turned not only her head, but her entire body to look upon the woman.  Her eyes shifted slightly, and she looked at the woman with an edge of deference that was almost unrecognizable.  Her head rose some as the woman spoke.  She bowed only her head in reply, dropping her eyes slightly in the closest thing to honour she would show anyone.<br/><br/>As the herald turned to her, she gave him her full attention, "Lady Alyana Drakmoore, Grand Warlock of the Bloody Hand."  She turned away form him again, her eyes forward, scrutinizing as she began to take measure of all those she now stood amongst, all those who would compete with her for the attention of the Master Dracosi.