Finally she was able to focus on Simone.“I see,” Quinn said softly watching her. Evaluating her little litany of yesteryear accounts of where she had been. Not even more than a year in one place. Either she was a troublemaker, or caught the wanderer bug as some of her clan were inclined to do. Nosiness did not always confine oneself to one place. “Since you refuse to introduce yourself formally, by all means let me set a proper example which I fully expect you to have down after this instant. ‘I am Quinn Durant, Dragon and Priscus of Clan Mehket.’ She made a continuing motion with her hand towards Simone to imitate the address. Sometimes you really had to go back to the basics. She would not let Lady Notary Hazelton, Seneschal Hart, or her Grace down tonight.
“To let you know, I appreciate you stopping and immediately acknowledging the Kindred of Quality and court officers as they appear. It shows you have some good material to work with. Just need to polish off your rough edges.” One side of her full lips upturned just a touch for a moment, to let Simone know there could be light at the end of the tunnel. For those willing to learn. She was the rock and Quinn was the motherfucking sandpaper.