In a million waking dreams
Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2006 4:23 amShe sat in darkness. Not that the darkness was much of a concern to her, whose eyes glinted redly with the infravision her heritage had bequeathed to her. Those eyes were currently staring at the gem held between her gloved fingers. She was playing with the precious stone, flipping it into the air, twirling around and through nimble digits in the only outward display of internal agitation.
Oh, the fight had been enjoyable, of course, an orgiastic spilling of blood - even if the only ones to die had been the drow males. But the end of the fight, the dissapearance from the tavern came the return of some reason. She had not, perhaps, put herself in the best of positions. Had she not chosen to do her work house's here, above ground, to avoid the very thing that she had practically sought out last night - the priestess?
No matter, she told herself. It would have come eventually, one way or another. Better this way, somewhat under her own control. The cards had been dealt, all she had to do was play out the hand.
The only question was: Who had stacked the deck?
Oh, the fight had been enjoyable, of course, an orgiastic spilling of blood - even if the only ones to die had been the drow males. But the end of the fight, the dissapearance from the tavern came the return of some reason. She had not, perhaps, put herself in the best of positions. Had she not chosen to do her work house's here, above ground, to avoid the very thing that she had practically sought out last night - the priestess?
No matter, she told herself. It would have come eventually, one way or another. Better this way, somewhat under her own control. The cards had been dealt, all she had to do was play out the hand.
The only question was: Who had stacked the deck?