<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/het.jpg)</div><br/>Name: Hetshepsit Neferet<br/>Location: Throne room<br/>Tagged: octavian<br/><br/>The look of disgust on her face as he talks is pretty clear, and she makes a mental note to avoid him from now on. She really hopes that the rest of these people wont be such a barbarian and a rude one at that. "hmm I am sure you find that.. interesting. Now pardon me." her voice cold as she turns and walks away without even trying to be polite anymore. After a quick look around the room she decides she has had enough of these barbarians and hurries out of the room with clenched fists silently going through several prayers meant to calm her down. If he had meant to push her away he sure did succeed, but she is glad they got that over with so she now knows where he stands.. and he stands firmly in the category of people she wouldn't piss on if their heart  was on fire. Once she has cleared the castle she stops to inhale the fresh air, it may be cold but with less stench then inside of the throne room, to much perfume and to many unwashed nobles. Why did these people think that just dabbing on more perfume instead of taking a bath was a good idea?<br/><br/>"Ancestors... spare me these.. oooo." she growls and a guard looks up in surprise but doesn't say anything to the crazy necrophiliac priestess, it is quite clear he is more interested in getting away from her then anything else. Which suits her just fine, after all she herself has spread more then a few of the rumors going around just so people will ignore her.