Lynly Snowsong
The low baritone rumble of a voice corresponded with the flare of her detect life as one of those in the area drew closer. Recognizing the gravelly speech of the one who'd been yelling earlier, Aaliyah nevertheless smiled warmly in his general direction. "Thank you, friend. The deed is greatly appreciated." The paused a moment when he spoke again, and her mouth dropped into a considerably more solemn line. The news about the Guildmaster was somewhat disconcerting. It was not that she was unaccustomed to being looked down upon, but the reason was not usually her place of origin.
"So a piece of paper some politicians signed makes me a worse person?" There was a faint hint of incredulity there, but she shook her head and resolved that it didn't matter. She certainly didn't think that it merited so much distrust, and for now, as long as she could keep on trusting herself, that would be enough, and she wouldn't let anyone else's attitude bother her. Her expression softened, and she patted Kareem's neck before relinquishing him to the orc's care.
It had suddenly gotten... Crowded. From the empty courtyard moments ago to the bustle of a crowd the next. Despite the low rumble of speech, one voice did not add itself to the confusion, and that was the voice of the Nord. In fact, the hefty woman seemed cowed by the sudden rush of bodies. Her straight and broad shoulders slowly inched in on themselves, trying their best to protect their owner from the multitude of people. Taking a note from the Redguard woman and her own horse, the Nord approached the Orc and handed him her own reigns. "If you would?" she asked curtly. She didn't mean to be rude, or perhaps she did. Though no stranger to the ways of battle and steel, the woman did not fare as well in social interactions. She'd much rather be waist deep in a bandit lair rather than in the middle of the ruckus of the apparent "Sign-in" day. She offered a nod towards the Redguard woman and took her leave. Aaliyah, who had been prepared to offer a greeting to the owner of this new voice (a pleasant contralto with the local flavor of accent), did not see the nod, and thus completely missed the opportunity to return it. Feeling mildly discomfited by this, she inclined her head to the orcish man and went off to join what appeared to now be a winding line of folk.
Signing in. Lynly had never heard of such foolishness. Why should she have to sign anything? Wouldn't the strength of arm good enough? What would writing her name on a piece of paper prove? That she knew how to write? That she knew her own bleeding name? A corner of her mouth twitched in irritation. She was better with a sword and shield over a quill any day. However, if the Guildmistress deemed it necessary, then she would (begrudgingly) comply. Perhaps after that bit of foolishness is over and done with, she could finally prove that she was better put to use using a blade over filing paperwork. She grunted as she returned back to the her spot in line and awaiting her own turn to meet with this-- rather loud-- Guildmistress. Now only to wait for the previous Bosmer in front of her to finish his bloody paperwork so she could get on with her life.
From listening, Aaliyah managed to gather that there was paperwork involved, and she felt her stomach drop. She was just behind the selfsame Nord woman from before, so she risked an inquiry, not that talking to complete strangers was at all uncomfortable to her. "'Scuse me, miss, but could I possibly impose on your better nature? I can't write. Well, I can, technically, but..." She waved a hand in front of her own eyes in demonstration. "I can't exactly see what I'm writing on." She grinned, completely unashamed to ask the favor, though that was not to say she expected the affirmative response.
Lynly turned around at the summons and found the same Redguard from earlier. She listened to her explanation of why she couldn't fill out the paperwork-- which was because she was blind. The revelation caused her to tilt her head in complete curiosity. It was mighty brave for a woman to sign up to a guild despite not having the gift of eyesight. Lynly leaned forward a bit closer to examine the woman's eyes, not quite thinking that the action could be construed as rude and awkward. She had a lovely shade of gold for an eye color, though something in her pupils confirmed her story. Perhaps it was the fact they were not dilated... Perhaps it was the fact that even at such a close distance she didn't maintain eye contact.
She drew back, satisfied that this woman wasn't telling her a story, and nodded again-- completely unaware that the gesture would be missed. "I should need to know your name then," Lynly stated.
"Ah, of course! Forgive me for not saying so sooner. Aaliyah Sendu, of the Alik'r, at your service." The so-named woman curtsied, careful not to bump into anyone or anything, though it might have seemed a bit odd, what with the staff still in one hand. Still, let it not be said that she lacked for grace or manners, at least. "Lynly Snowsong," she replied flatly, just in time to hear the call from the Guildmistress... Unless there was some other Nord she was unfamiliar with. She turned towards the door and then back to the Redguard. She shrugged and said, ""Let's get this over with then." Aaliyah followed the native woman with ease, apparently into the office of the aforementioned Guildmaster. Truthfully, Aaliyah was hoping there'd be no confrontation; it wasn't like she was planning on rubbing Hammerfell's independence into the lady's face or anything. Honestly, she'd never cared much for politics, and when Matthias had explained Daggerfall nobility to her once, she'd been more perplexed than anything.
Once in the office, Lynly shifted to the side to make room for Aaliyah and crossed her arms, giving this Lyra what only could be said was a bored expression. Though her shoulders were still drawn in upon herself. Aaliyah, for her part, stayed back, just a little to the side of Lynly, so that it looked rather like the Redguard was peering over the Nord's shoulder, though she wasn't quite close enough for that to be the case. "Morning, ma'am," she added, just so that maybe they wouldn't seem like the unpleasant sort of people they weren't. Lynly seemed brusque, but there was a difference between that and rude, after all.