Kezia almost didn't hear the woman, but when a body lingered nearby, she realized that the words had been spoken to her. She blinked a few times before she turned her head and focused on the Arynnite. "Oh," It left her as she looked down suddenly, and then around her as if she was remembering exactly where she was. Yet she couldn't help the glance she gave back to where the two had been in the shadows. Yet they were gone now. Nothing left behind to even know they had been there.

"I was just distracted. I'm fine," She answered easily as she tried to shake off the thoughts. Perhaps she needed to press more about... well the why. Now that she had started to truly settle in, maybe she needed to try and figure out why things worked they way they did instead of just accepting them and moving on. "I'm Kezia, this is Raiden." Who proceeded to chatter his teeth in greeting to the taller woman. "We are a senator for the Dresmondi."

It was an odd thing, a we with a singular. But that was the funny thing about Dresmondi who had dyr's. They were a we and yet a singular all at once. A pair. One of the same. A soul split in two, which was a bit more of the Arynn Frey thing to say she had come to learn. Though at the woman's occupation, her head slightly tilted. "A glassblower?" She wasn't sure she knew exactly what that was.

Kezia found herself rather curious on this thought. This way of making things. She had used plenty of glass now being in Arynn Frey for so long. Especially since she had taken up her spot in the Prince's bed. But she had never really thought about the how before now. "That must be hard. I have used glass items but never known how it was made." She admitted with a smile, shaking herself out of the dark thoughts. "What all do you make? A bit of everything? Or do you specialize in something?"

Long winded answers were things that Kezia would love to hear. She found herself buzzing from one person to another naturally. At times, the old Kezia could be found. In the way she smiled, the way she eagerly shook hands or embraced the other Dresmondi. In the way she danced when it wasn’t formal.

But they didn’t last long, which is why she relied on others to give her something to focus on. “Quite amazing. How Arynnite’s all have different ways of using their magic. Where is your shop at?” She asked, glancing around the area they were standing. Except as she did, her eyes halted on the slaves, silent in the shadows, always working. Never smiling.