Harmanaija was always a woman so self conscious, she felt awkward in such predicaments. Though there was a time she might have been called pretty, she was sure that long since passed and her whole efforts were now focused on surviving, and surviving alone. So when finding herself needing to compliment a man, and a handsome one, for how he looked in his fine suit, she felt herself growing small as she peered at him timidly from where she had looked away when he began to remove his shirt. Now that he had the new one on, he looked rather dashing. Though it's not to say the last outfit he wore was a bore, but this one truly complimented him, and she was happy she hadn't ruined it. And as she studied him, she only then truly took notice of the scar across his face, and though about her own scar and wondered how painful it must've been for him to receive it. But then realizing she was staring, her eyes went wide a moment before they dropped to her feet.
"Very nice. I think that color suits you well," she said, stealing another look up at him. "And I shall try my best on the rest of these clothes." And she lifted one up and scrutinized it. "There's a lot here..."s he went on, doubtful she could be as fast as he was expecting her to be- but just as she was sifting through the clothes something caught her eye, or rather someone and she found herself dropping the two articles of clothing she held.
And that was the luck of it, for the man that had just passed by Anran Haidan's tent was none other than her ex-husband, Lord Ahb-meht.
The man was handsome enough with a face and neck much like a snakes, even his hair was shaped similarly to that of the hood of a viper. But even with his thin limbs, he had a protrusion on his belly that show-cased his wealth and that he ate well, and the second his green eyes spotted Harmanaija he flashed a dangerous smile her way. Naturally, the gorgeous Marra was on his arm, both appearing like handsome, chocolate colored statues against the sun, and the peacock feathers that adorned Marra's hair and robe fluttered lightly as she turned and stuck her nose up at the pair.
But then his eyes tore from Harmanaija to her 'master', and he flashed Anran a toothy smile.
"Lord Haidan," he said with a nod. "Hoping to kill a few crocodiles today?" And as her ex-husband stepped towards the entrance flap of the tent, Harmanaija did all she could to make herself appear small.