Mesaana sits straight, expectantly, sipping a cup of tea. Her eyes are poised on the air in front of her. He would arrive at any moment, she is certain of that. The room is elegant if a touch simply furnished. A box of dominoes sits on the table waiting for her to attempt to construct something of them. The glowbulbs are rather bright. A cup of tea ( Read more... )

Mesaana watches with cool eyes as Lanfear turned to Rahvin. The woman's work could turn out very nicely, and at the present moment, Lanfear was continuing to be easy to predict. Mesaana looked away as she brought the cup of wine again to her lips, her eyes scanning the room, passing quickly over Friends of the Dark and stopping briefly at the flash ( Read more... )

A slightly smug smile on Mesaana's face as she sipped her wine. Everything was going according to her plan. Lanfear had taken the bait, it seemed. The party was very well, it seemed. Setting down her empty wineglass, she crossed her arms firmly under her breasts. A Friend of the Dark quickly edged out of her field of vision. There was a subtle ( Read more... )

Mesaana glanced around sharply. She never did like parties. An icy grin as she stood near a table where some refreshments resided. Idly sipping her wine, she studied the room carefully. She had not yet spoken to many of the other Chosen. Not that this was a particularly bad thing. Leaning over to carefully brush off her dark skirt, she looked up. ( Read more... )

The sky through the wide windows is clouded, providing little light into the dark room. There's an impression of candlelight about it, hazily illuminating a porcelain cup of tea placed on the short table ( Read more... )

It is dark outside the room, or the appearance of a room. Softly lit by no apparent source, two high-backed chairs face one other, one empty, one seating a beautiful young-looking woman dressed all in white.

There is no sound but the suggestion of silvery rain outside the wide arched windows.

One had to be very careful when building a tower of dominoes, bones as they were often called in the vernacular. The historians said this was because they were once in some bygone era made of the bones of animals. The linguists said this persisted because bones was a shorter word than Everything had to be taken into account when making a tower of ( Read more... )

( Second Age Pronunciation Guide )

The soft sounds of a footsteps through the house. It had been a pleasant surprise to find that Seilan had committed suicide along with the children. Albeit, she had some plans, but no matter now ( Read more... )

Here is where you ask questions of Rance's pups:

always_a_liar Ishamael

forsaken_bard Asmodean

teach_them_all Mesaana

_mother_dearest Lyrae Addam