prince pilate of
house ieshan
house ieshan
you think you are possessing me
but I've got my teeth in you.
I
see everything.I don’t know everything—as good a job I do convincing everyone otherwise. But I do see everything. It’s my party, after all, and if anything goes wrong I’ll be holding myself responsible for it. Any embarrassment will follow me into my nightmares; there is nothing I hate more than being made a fool of.
But so far things are going swimmingly. (I tap my glass against the nearest piece of wood, part of the doorjamb, as I think this, a stupid commoner’s habit I haven’t quite shed from childhood.) So I’m in a good mood when I see her enter—a girl so young I'm almost impressed by her appearance here, cleanly spliced in black, white and gold.
She walks right up to Ruth. Ruth, who, I'm sorry to say, I'm more than a little surprised to see here. We haven't bumped into each other outside of the hallway of our bedrooms in... weeks. Ruth, who, if I did not know her, would cut one of the more imposing figures in the room. I'm impressed.
A servant passes this monochrome girl. From his tray, she plucks a wine glass that I recognize as being filled with my first drink--a bubbly, acrid, pale-gold liquid. I watch her take her first sip, and I wince.
At least she has Ruth to take care of her.
OOC: unfortunately, pilate has (accidentally or not) made drink #1 "lightly poisonous". Maret will likely feel sick the rest of the night, but it's up to you, Sid, to decide what symptoms she has, how severe they are, and how long they'll last. if you have any questions or concerns, let me know; otherwise, have fun <3
