<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Lady Almeria Pembroke</strong></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Almeria listened intently to Eve, her expression very serious as the woman spoke.  She learned quickly that there were many guises of person - and it was not based upon their appearance.  <br/><br/>For a woman from the era from whence she had come - it was a lesson beyond her time and place.  A soft sigh left her lips as she stirred the tea she'd been given - taking a slow sip after a moment, then smiling.  <br/><br/><em>"Well ... you make good tea,"</em> the lady hedged, her eyes twinkling with such sudden mirth.  <br/><br/><em>"I am sorrowed that you spent time in such a place, truly,</em>" Almeria continued, placing a hand upon Eve's own.  <br/><br/>She paused then, expression thoughtful with the woman's query of love.  Almeria considered it and shook her head, laughing softly.<br/><br/><em>"No, I am not in love,"</em> she said, and was immediately distracted by Asmar's appearance, whom only looked back at her briefly as if they'd never once spoken ...<br/><br/>It startled Almeria, and a soft gasp departed her lips as the fingers of her hand gripped Eve's somewhat hard - with a surprising strength.  <br/><br/><em>"Why ... does he look at me as if he has never seen me before?"</em></span>