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[medea_players]

It was a beautiful evening. The stars shone brightly through the clear ceiling of the ballroom. The guests were beginning to trickle in, a lot of very influential Friends of the Dark. The question was, when would the Chosen begin to arrive? Ishamael would be fashionably late, of course. The man always loved to make an entrance. Mesaana was

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[woven_threads]

Rahvin contemplated coming here alone, but the beautiful woman on his arm was necessary for a number of reasons.

Ami'ana, the wife of an influential man, made charming company. Her husband was in attendance, but that was part of the fun. On the ride over, Ami'ana had been very willing to see to any need.

If the party became boring, he could always use a light weave of compulsion and have Ami'ana pour a few drops of poison into her husband's drink.

He might do that anyway, her husband was starting to become more trouble than he was worth, especially since that scandal last month.

"Are you ready, Lady Ami'ana?" He asks, turning toward the dark haired woman and noticing the blush she is unable to hide.

"Yes, my Lord," her voice is subdued and her eyes lowered.

They enter the ballroom.

[arewehuman]

Graendal's Streith gown darkened slightly as she sauntered over to Rahvin. One of her pets took her glass. A small smile on her face as she chimed sweetly to him.

"Greetings, Rahvin."

He disgusted her. No class whatsoever. Graendal did not deign to look at the simpering little decoration on his arm. To move so boldly was a the priviledge of a Chosen, but not always wise.

[woven_threads]

"Graendal, you're looking lovely this evening." It was an expected response, but one that would annoy her since she would be unable to find fault. Also, a true statement, for as much as Rahvin detested her, she had quite a womanly figure and he certainly wouldn't mind seeing her looking up adoringly at him.

"Have you met my date, Lady Ami'ana?" He smiled and took a glass from a nearby servant.

[arewehuman]

A small smile as one of her beringed hands played idly in her red-gold curls. She was slightly annoyed at his compliment, and really could not care less about the girl on his arm.

"No, I have not."