No explanation given, none offered.

Ellyna Valtina D'Mourir was home. Two tote bags in hand.

Maybe she?d been gone long enough they wouldn?t even ask. She didn?t feel like explaining anyways. And gratefully had escaped any formal questioning on the way to her room.

Dropping one of the totes to the floor, it leaned? no more like, flopped against her small slim ankle. And, strapy heels or not, just kicked it aside.

The other bag how ever was placed with extreme care upon the thick covers of her bed. A soft clinking, a slight chime was all that came from within.

That done, she listen to the house quietly. So early this morning, she expected to hear something, anything, staff, her sister? maybe one of those long lost heathens she called kin.

That brought out a snort as she brought one of her slim cigarettes to her lips and flicked the silver lighter to life. The smell of the forgein tobacco mixed nicely with the scented oil on her hands. She smiled some. She thought Marty would love it. It smelled like the candles from their family library.

Her mood spiraled as the corners of her lips straightened. Out the door she went, the trail of cigarette smoke drifting behind the ex-deb and down the hall?

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The nights had gone well.

Dinner and business and soon some rest. Oh sure everyone always thought silly lil Ellyna was always relaxing, or at a party or doing something trivial. They were part right.

Ellyna D?Mourir for all her short comings, her snob-ish way and expensive taste paid off. The late nights, the crowded or elite parties, the older and younger men all had certain places to be in the way and why she was.

Ellyna had a gifted eye for stones. Rare, unique, foreign, new, old, unpolished and or cut. Elly had a way with them and anything they were mounted in was just icing on the cake of her life. And since coming to Rhydin, she?d gotten to know even more of them and the ?special? things some can do and just how valuable they can be to certain people.

Now, being a once huge socialite, she knew how to put on and show off the skill, tact and confidence things like this needed. The right smile, the correct tilt of her head, perfect words to say and all to the people that needed them.

There was only one problem with being that good at moving jewels and gems? it got you more business. It meant more late nights, more travel, and more dangerously close flirtation. She knew the reputation it would give her if she missed one step. But then again, when did any D?Mourir have a good rep?

She didn?t care what people outside her ring thought. The less they wanted to stick their noses in, the better. Let them think she was ?just too much? with the snubbing, the drinking, and the drugs. Which, other then the drinking, Ellyna hadn?t really done after a few weeks of being here.

Actually, Ellyna could smile. She?d done well for herself. She?d been keeping a steady flow of income using what she knew best to her advantage and even got to keep a few gifts. And a few of the people she?d finally gotten to know ended up as very huge clients. So as long as she kept on top of her game, she?d be ready to open her own store and cut out a few of the middle pieces and live a life she once knew, but never forgot.

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The party had been a bore, just your typical run of the mill elite party. The same boring people, saying the same boring things. More than once Mae rolled her eyes at the same questions asked over and again.

Do these people have no imagination?

I mean, really, how many times can you tell somebody that you are only eighteen years old and the heiress to a the original creator of Velveeta Cheese?

But she had met Ellyna there. A very bright spot to a very dull evening. Even the young man who had been trying to get her attentions all evening bored her. And she said as much. "Brett," she nearly purred as she spoke to Ellyna, "Tall, dark and handsome and no dick."

They had become fast friends and Mae had nothing better to do so she travelled with Ellyna back to Rhy'din. Their trip to the Red Dragon Inn disgusted her with all of the nasty whores and the men who were trying their best to vie for the next fifteen minutes of fame in their lives.

Oh, how she gagged.