[ Byerly can't help but eye her with a bit of wariness. No mistake: Olivia Vorbarra Vorkosigan is fair indeed of face, and gracious of manner, but she's as hard as her husband. Which is startling. It's not that he thinks Beta Colony makes one soft - good lord, no, everyone knows the story of Cordelia Vorkosigan's famous shopping trip - but it seems as though it ought to make one more measured. Do the Vor genes simply run that strongly in this woman? Is it some form of Dendarii atavism, that no matter how one was raised, one always reverts to a haughty vicious mountain maiden upon one's return to this planet? Good lord, he actually isn't certain whether he's going to escape from this meeting with this woman alive. He's honestly worried he's about to take a vorfemme knife to the chest. ]
May I at least know my crime, madam, before I am sent to the scaffold?
[ He presses his hand to his heart, half in salute and half in protection. Yet despite his slight hesitation, he does slither down from his perch to stand before her, ready to follow where she leads. ]
hello vorkosigan
May I at least know my crime, madam, before I am sent to the scaffold?
[ He presses his hand to his heart, half in salute and half in protection. Yet despite his slight hesitation, he does slither down from his perch to stand before her, ready to follow where she leads. ]