"Grand evening, Beloved."
The Priestess of Rhilshen, wraith-pale and crimson eyed, all shadow-and-alabaster, lifted a jade-glazed teacup with both hands, gravely saluting Lucien before offering him a tentative smile. "Well met," she answered, leaning close enough to mirror his chaste kiss to the cheek.
Lucien glanced away for a moment, sending a saluting wave back to the young Tasha Oberon and to Taneth, spying her as well. He lowered his head to speak in quiet, private tones to the Priestess. "How was your day?"
"Quiet. Ah. . . thoughtful. A bit disturbed. Frustrated. And worried." Alysia counted off these points on each of her fingers, then held up her hand. "I'm alive in and one piece, which is more than I can say for some. And you?" She took a step closer to the barrister, nudging him with her hip.
He took a hold of her hand and pressed a kiss to the palm of it. A crooked, humorless grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he slipped his arm around her as she stepped closer. "I'd say I'm about the same. On all those accounts."
"Hah." Alysia offered a smile which showed the points of her fangs and generally gave the impression of brooding amusement. "One of my Generals has gone missing. I suspect something happened to him somewhere around here, rather than Rhilshen," she explained.
Lucien's brows furrowed into a frown. "In Rhydin? What makes you suspect that?"
"A very strange woman - she was wearing his cloak - found me here and made some very strange comments before bequeathing me with. . . well, with what was probably one of his eyes. And, he'd left Rhilshen, with some business to attend to here." Alysia shrugged eloquently and looked away, feeling a flash of guilt. The Priestess had made but one attempt to scry Ayreg's location, and what little she had discerned had so proved so wretchedly unpleasant that, without thinking, she'd immediately shut the green-irised orb back up in a casket and locked it in her tower. She recalled Belial had taken possession of the discarded cloak and wondered if the elegant lady had managed to track the death knight down.
The Priestess of Rhilshen, wraith-pale and crimson eyed, all shadow-and-alabaster, lifted a jade-glazed teacup with both hands, gravely saluting Lucien before offering him a tentative smile. "Well met," she answered, leaning close enough to mirror his chaste kiss to the cheek.
Lucien glanced away for a moment, sending a saluting wave back to the young Tasha Oberon and to Taneth, spying her as well. He lowered his head to speak in quiet, private tones to the Priestess. "How was your day?"
"Quiet. Ah. . . thoughtful. A bit disturbed. Frustrated. And worried." Alysia counted off these points on each of her fingers, then held up her hand. "I'm alive in and one piece, which is more than I can say for some. And you?" She took a step closer to the barrister, nudging him with her hip.
He took a hold of her hand and pressed a kiss to the palm of it. A crooked, humorless grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he slipped his arm around her as she stepped closer. "I'd say I'm about the same. On all those accounts."
"Hah." Alysia offered a smile which showed the points of her fangs and generally gave the impression of brooding amusement. "One of my Generals has gone missing. I suspect something happened to him somewhere around here, rather than Rhilshen," she explained.
Lucien's brows furrowed into a frown. "In Rhydin? What makes you suspect that?"
"A very strange woman - she was wearing his cloak - found me here and made some very strange comments before bequeathing me with. . . well, with what was probably one of his eyes. And, he'd left Rhilshen, with some business to attend to here." Alysia shrugged eloquently and looked away, feeling a flash of guilt. The Priestess had made but one attempt to scry Ayreg's location, and what little she had discerned had so proved so wretchedly unpleasant that, without thinking, she'd immediately shut the green-irised orb back up in a casket and locked it in her tower. She recalled Belial had taken possession of the discarded cloak and wondered if the elegant lady had managed to track the death knight down.