The slender woman tilted her head like a curious dog, regarding Kenna through the curtain of her hair. For a long moment, Kenna got the vague impression that perhaps she had made some faux pas or other and that this willowy high-born was deciding how best to express her disapproval. Then she let out a long, soft sigh that carried an underlying hint of amusement and held her hand up to mirror Kenna's.<br/><br/>"Well met, then, Kenna Falzin. I am Riselin, scion of House Phoryntimar. And I do...well, nothing in particular."  She swept her hair back with both hands, letting it sweep back over her shoulders (although the sides and bangs were not long enough to stay out of her face for very long). Something in her expression seemed to dare Kenna to remark on her lack of classical beauty, sparks of defiance showing in those large, dark eyes. "I failed the test of nobility," she admitted, "and thus while I am of the name and want for little, neither am I permitted to do much of importance."<br/><br/>That didn't sound good--and it might explain why this tall, slender young woman seemed so moody. From what Kenna had gathered, someone who didn't pass was not allowed to serve the Crown at all, and if one came from a family with a long and proud, if covert, tradition of service...<br/><br/>"That's me," the woman continued. "Riselin the Disappointment. No doubt they haven't told you about me. They like to pretend I don't exist."<br/><br/>She tried a smile. It didn't quite work.<br/><br/>"Now then, shall we go see what Grandmama had to say?"