The Playground: Whispers of Taelarys IC

[Kasanip]

8th of Bargenholt
The Arena (Diamond Club Terrace)
1:45 p.m.
Eris, serving Michael

Eris made a curtsey. The sneer did not seem to be noticed as she politely spoke.
"Of course sir. You must be hot in this weather."

As Eris walked away quickly, she grimaced silently.

Ah, another arrogant noble.

The irony that she was also proud and arrogant at times was unnoticed. But behaving as a servant for the last few days had been humbling. Silently, Eris was bitterly thankful she had been born a sorcerer, even if her House had abandoned her and stripped that life away. Eternal Youth at her age without magic..would have been too frustrating.

Jameson's preparations were very complete. The best food and drinks had been prepared, and Eris had been instructed yesterday on all of the things she had to do. With so many people, it was a little difficult to walk through the crowd, especially being short. But Eris was very used to this. She had many many years of experience. She avoided two Darran noblemen, with a smile on her face. Then there were some minor lords who stood nervously with their drinks. Eris thought that was something. Perhaps they are gambling? Maybe she could ask later. She apologized politely, and moved between them.

Soon she was returning to Michael. She carried the drink on a silver tray expertly, even avoiding Kyranis m'Kybrae's Sorcerer. The colors of her clothes she notices, and feels her heart skip. But she smiles and apologizes to her, and continues.

Ostrim is here. I recognize the colors. If an Ostrim Sorcerer is here...

She had work first. Eris returned quickly and as gracefully as a servant can, and offered the drink in glass to Michael.

"Here you are, sir. I admit it is a draining affair for everyone." She shrugged with mock-helplessness.

It is dangerous to make jokes to a noble's to his face. If he is foolish as he is arrogant it will be fine. For a servant to speak freely to a noble however... I wonder how he will react? She thought, while smiling innocently.


8th of Bargenholt
The Arena (Diamond Club Terrace)
2:00 p.m.
Eris, White Witch and God-Prince

The arrival of the Prince was not unexpected. Everyone knew he was coming. But it was still an experience to see him.

It was said the Emperor was divine, and so his children had that blood as well. When the Prince's eyes crossed her, she felt a feeling she did not often have- fear.

She remembered kneeling on frightened legs in front of the Emperor, after that incident 200 years ago. She remembered the terrible power of his gaze, and she had looked at the ground to avoid them. It was her judgement and punishment that day, and the Emperor showed his mercy and judgement. She had not been executed, she had been exiled.

As frightened as she had been, it was relief. And then it was horrible pain and anguish.

Eris shuddered out of the memory. The Prince was walking on with Jameson.
She had prepared for so long. But now was not the time. Ostrim was first.

But today, she was a servant, not the White Witch. Eris turned back to continue with her work, a fake smile on her face.