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She is a glamorous woman, standing in the open door with a jacket draped over one arm. Patent leather high heels, small waist above an A-line skirt, silk blouse that's sensual but also approachable. Appropriate for communicating on satellite TV.
She is a woman with a glamor on her, born in the eleventh century after the birth of Christ. She died a queen, broke ranks with the common view of her sex, and wed a man with a famous name, a man who called her equal.
She has not set foot in this place for a year and a day; her hand has been guiding other matters. For a moment, she studies the Bar with fear on her face: she left Milliways with spellwork in place. It was meant to gull the patrons, to keep them from noting or remembering her absence. She never intended to return to see if it would hold.
But what is there to fear, in truth? The days are short and the Dark is strong. And certainly she has done no harm here, if she is remembered.
Lady Macbeth shuts the door behind her, and strides toward the Bar. Her eyes sweep the clientele, and her lips curl in a smile.
She is a queen, and more besides. Let them come.
[[ooc: About those spells -- they probably have held. Ping acroBAMF if you have questions? But otherwise, it's like she was never gone.]]
She is a woman with a glamor on her, born in the eleventh century after the birth of Christ. She died a queen, broke ranks with the common view of her sex, and wed a man with a famous name, a man who called her equal.
She has not set foot in this place for a year and a day; her hand has been guiding other matters. For a moment, she studies the Bar with fear on her face: she left Milliways with spellwork in place. It was meant to gull the patrons, to keep them from noting or remembering her absence. She never intended to return to see if it would hold.
But what is there to fear, in truth? The days are short and the Dark is strong. And certainly she has done no harm here, if she is remembered.
Lady Macbeth shuts the door behind her, and strides toward the Bar. Her eyes sweep the clientele, and her lips curl in a smile.
She is a queen, and more besides. Let them come.
[[ooc: About those spells -- they probably have held. Ping acroBAMF if you have questions? But otherwise, it's like she was never gone.]]