"A true lilium interspinous, lily among the thorns-- you are not of this world, are you?" Her smile is not as barren as the eyes above it, lacking in almost everything from sincerity to emotion at all. She seems to have appeared from nowhere in particular.
Vartouhi's eyebrows creased at the unfamiliar words, and remained so even after the other provided the translation. She wanted to correct that if anything, she should be a rose, but her expression gave way to shock at the woman's question. "I--" she began, before quickly shutting her mouth and looking around for any people nearby. Seeing a few people milling about, she shook her head profusely. "I don't know what you're talking about," she lied, though the way her shoulders hunched slightly was incriminating enough.
