Vendetta had decided it was time she made her way to the markets, considering they were the real reason she had come to Denocte in the first place. Not to make friends or actually take part in the events. No, of all the courts the only one with a blackmarket that could possibly rival hers was that of the Night Court’s. If one could even call them a rival.
Regardless, she was here and she knew that if there was going to be any hope of finding more out about it, it would be now. The court was flooded with travelers from all over Novus and no doubt more than one of them would be interested in the… less than legal wares that Denocte had to offer. Someplace here, in the torchlit market, she would find them, and that thought only made her more keen.
She paused in the street, allowing the crowd to flow around her as her ruby red eyes swept across the markets, looking for the shadows that hid the seedy ongoings that everyone else ignored. The firelight danced off of her skin, making the dark look black and the ivory look like it was almost glowing. Her skirt draped behind her, light as air, and she no longer wore the black velvet mask that had adorned her face for much of the night. No, she needed to be able to see everything now.
Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to save her from the inconsideration of others, as another mare clearly not paying attention walked straight into her. Vendetta’s eyes gleamed like daggers when she turned to face the offender, looking down upon her with equal measures of scrutiny and impatience. “Perhaps,” she began, her voice doing nothing to hide her contempt, “You should just move along. I’ve no time for disrespectful children.”
Regardless, she was here and she knew that if there was going to be any hope of finding more out about it, it would be now. The court was flooded with travelers from all over Novus and no doubt more than one of them would be interested in the… less than legal wares that Denocte had to offer. Someplace here, in the torchlit market, she would find them, and that thought only made her more keen.
She paused in the street, allowing the crowd to flow around her as her ruby red eyes swept across the markets, looking for the shadows that hid the seedy ongoings that everyone else ignored. The firelight danced off of her skin, making the dark look black and the ivory look like it was almost glowing. Her skirt draped behind her, light as air, and she no longer wore the black velvet mask that had adorned her face for much of the night. No, she needed to be able to see everything now.
Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to save her from the inconsideration of others, as another mare clearly not paying attention walked straight into her. Vendetta’s eyes gleamed like daggers when she turned to face the offender, looking down upon her with equal measures of scrutiny and impatience. “Perhaps,” she began, her voice doing nothing to hide her contempt, “You should just move along. I’ve no time for disrespectful children.”
@Morrighan
