Damia/Siana | mid-evening
Siana was always surprised these days to see not only familiar faces but friendly ones at that, and she found herself staying at these sorts of functions longer than she used to. She had expected to be home by now, curled up on her sofa with a good book and a cup of tea, but still she remained, moving from one conversation to another as though she belonged here.
The realization unnerved her, and she hoped that she could quietly leave the party without lingering for much longer. But on her way out, she caught sight of a familiar head of blonde hair, and Siana could not help but to drift towards the woman.
They had run into each other a couple of times before, the last time, if memory served her correctly, in the sewers, and she had been a tremendous help to their cause. What she was doing down there, why, and who she was all remained a mystery to Siana, and though the case was closed it was a loose end she'd liked to see tied up.
"Ma'am?" she asked. "I do not know if you'd remember me, but..."