Zelara dismounted from her lizard mount at the foot of the steps of the Eightfold Academy, leaving her many bags behind still on the beast. Without a word she dismissed the slave following behind her, who rushed forward to take the lizard's reins and lead it around the back of the place to get her luggage sent up ahead to her room. Forbid it that a trueborn daughter of the most noble house of Dreth had to carry her own bags, imagine the scandal!<br/><br/>Despite her prestigious name, the truth was that Zelara had many other elder, already established sisters who had entrenched themselves in all the family businesses, forcing her to seek external paths - like the priesthood of Lolth - to power.<br/><br/>She was dressed modishly, which meant scantily, for the drow, scraps of spidersilk fabric clinging skintight to her curves in the few places where they weren't exposed. A travelling cape over her shoulders was the only reluctant concession to the practicalities of travel, left open to billow behind her after she dismounted. Her rapier rested easily at her side, its hilt and scabbard engraved intricately with swirling designs that hid its lethality behind beauty.<br/><br/>The ambient magic in the air was overbearing against her innate magical sensitivity, a discomfort similar to the way too-bright light would make her eyes ache, something she would have to get used to with time. Zelara observed the other drow, taking in their dress, their behaviors, their auras, already categorizing who would be advantageous to get to know further and who could be ignored. She didn't get personally involved yet - until a pair, who would have fallen into the latter category, involved<em>her</em>. From her initial impressions they didn't seem like much - but perhaps that was a facade, and if not, she could always get started on her harem of minions with this pair.<br/><br/>With a single glance she sized up the two drow, first confirming with her own eyes whether the one called Lenora was as (magically) naked as she was implied to be, then turning her gaze on Rizzid to see if she practiced what she preached. "Did I weave these clothes too?" she posed her answer as a rhetorical question. "Zelara, of House Dreth." She didn't offer her hand.