“That’s too bad. I might wish you did.” Esme grinned and stepped away from Caro, leaving him to his own devices. It was good fun making him blush, though. She went back to the larger room and unpacked her dress – a dreadfully heavy thing more suited to winter than spring. Pretty, though, and cheaper than ought to have been in the proper season. Layers of auburn and brown and black feathers were sewn randomly into the body of a white dress. To finish the effect, she had a barn owl mask that was more than a little creepy on its own with that cut apple face.
She’d have to bathe, then beg the innkeeper’s wife to help her get it all on and wrangle her hair into submission. Byrne had it easy, assuming he could see anything through his own mask.
–
Lady Barclay walked in demurely at her Lord’s side – and was promptly abandoned hardly a few steps inside. Not a moment to get her bearings and they were early. Unforgivable. She glared daggers at Caro’s back as he departed for a cluster of tables.
Where would she be if she were an internationally known artist? Schmoozing with the prince and his advisors, presumably. Except no such august personages seemed to be here yet. Sighing, Esme wandered upstairs to listen to gossiping mothers and wallflower daughters. She kept half an eye out for Bryne’s mask, ready to react if he found a lead first.
The host has an illusionist performing in the basement but it is still much too early to go down …
Lord Fulton has hired many new mercenaries recently – he must be looking to protect something valuable.
Mages in the Starkhaven Circle are disappearing.
She’d have to bathe, then beg the innkeeper’s wife to help her get it all on and wrangle her hair into submission. Byrne had it easy, assuming he could see anything through his own mask.
–
Lady Barclay walked in demurely at her Lord’s side – and was promptly abandoned hardly a few steps inside. Not a moment to get her bearings and they were early. Unforgivable. She glared daggers at Caro’s back as he departed for a cluster of tables.
Where would she be if she were an internationally known artist? Schmoozing with the prince and his advisors, presumably. Except no such august personages seemed to be here yet. Sighing, Esme wandered upstairs to listen to gossiping mothers and wallflower daughters. She kept half an eye out for Bryne’s mask, ready to react if he found a lead first.
The host has an illusionist performing in the basement but it is still much too early to go down …
Lord Fulton has hired many new mercenaries recently – he must be looking to protect something valuable.
Mages in the Starkhaven Circle are disappearing.
06-03-2024, 07:21 PM
