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[burnishedthrone]

*She appears here, before the community, dressed as Venus-- a few days late, but that's the typist's fault. Cleopatra wears drapes of nearly-transparent fabric, a shimmering off-white that barely covers anything at all. Her jewellery is elaborate and beaded. It's hard to deny that she's beautiful, just as it's hard not to see why she won the

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[truant_horatio]

*like a servant he kneels before her, as her servant; he bears a box in hand, long, thin, and gold leafed (we can only imagine how much it cost)* Here am I, O Queen.

[burnishedthrone]

*she looks at him evenly, though she's only barely hiding her pleasure at being treated so appropriately* Here thou art.

[truant_horatio]

*and, knowing what's expected of him, he opens the box to reveal a long gold chain, beautifully crafted to look like a long sinuous snake with lapiz lazuli eyes and the clasp made of a red silk tongue that ties*

[burnishedthrone]

*in her eyes, there's the flicker of visible pleasure-- snakes are powerful, deadly, beautiful, and of course her preferred measure of suicide, and so she is awed and honoured and amused, all at once* We thank you. You will fasten it. *and with a smile, she leans her head forehead, brushes her hair aside (seductively) with one hand*

[callmestargirl]

[finweson]

They are not friends, but fellow monarchs; and Fëanor certainly needs distraction. So why not at least have some conversation?

"Gift you?"

[permanent_blur]

*rummages a bit through his pockets for a few buttons out of his collection, pretty silver-gold things in the design of sun and moon and stars -- and polishes them on his coat before offering them with a ragged little bow*

[a_bit_obtuse]

*he looks around nervously, gives an awkward sort of half-bow, then offers her a piece of toast he has prepared just for such an occasion--or, perhaps, merely for a snack*