<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">An expression of disdain settled over Ariana's pale features as the more flirtatious of the two priests kept spouting off compliments. There was nothing more disagreeable to her than a man who was enamored with himself and overly confident with his abilities in women. She shifted uncomfortably on her cushion and eagerly awaited for the priests to rest for the night. She noticed that Cyrene had thrown her a look that spoke volumes of the other priestess' disapproval. After all, the way Ariana was acting was far from kindly and welcoming.<br/><br/>As Cyrene explained in depth about their inability to commune with Nyx on a night such as this, she allowed her mind to wander. As her partner's voice droned on in the background, her deep eyes briefly glanced up and down the two priests. Ariana had enough sense to avert her eyes quickly and flush with embarrassment. She then refocused on Cyrene as she invited the men to dine on the abundant food and encouraged them to voice their personal thoughts on the troubles of Thrace.<br/><br/>"I am sure what they say about Thrace is not entirely true, is it not?" Arian regretted her slip and carefully chose her next words, as to not offend their guests. Nyx may have gifted Cyrene and herself with the gift of sight but tactfulness when concerning others did not come to her innately. "Many seem to have a preconceived notion of Thracians that many find unflattering." Ariana tilted her head, pushing the fringe of her bangs out of her eyes and tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear.</span>