The Dark Holiday [IC]

[Jedora]

Slowly rising from her warm bed, Lilian lets out a barely audible yawn while brushing the sleep from her eyes. Squinting in the dark, she motions towards her shuttered window and lets out a hoarse, "Open...". Shortly after, her Skeleton vassal prods the shutters open, letting in the crystal light. Her squint growing across her brow, she lets out a strained "Thank you." as she gets up to make her way across the room.

Scented with incense, a slight haze gathers from the collection of 2 actively burning cones. There are seemingly random assortments of bones and other bits sitting in boxes about the room, most have collected dust long before being brought to her quarters. Her shelves are lined with just as dusty tomes and jars filled with embalming agents, one or two housing some project for later inspection.

Her vassal, formerly a younger man in his twenties, met his end it seemed to some sort of acidic property which in turn made bleaching incredibly easy. He now mostly wears simple dark purple hooded robes, wearing a oval'd mask of white to sadly cover her chiseled work on his skull. She prided in the fact of keeping him clean and publicly approachable with gloves stuffed with straw and other fluff she could gather while out. She also got him wearing simple shoes that dulled the sound of his feet on the stone floors.

Wandering over to the door, she leans down and scoops up the letter. Making her way back over to the bed, she gingerly sits and begins opening it.