Thread: Underdark Dealings (Esyel & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Elari Venoch'Xuileb'Brou Poor Elari's heart stopped as she passed, briefly but still, by the very man she was supposed to kill. Her face showed as little emotion as possible despite everything she had just been told. If anything, his presence only fueled her on in making certain she got to her room as quickly as possible. Despite Elari's haste, however, her door closed gently, refusing to give any sounds or suggestions that deep down, she was hiding information. Now that she was hidden in her room, the young Drow felt her body begin to tremble as she sat down upon her bed. I can't! she whimpered, repeatedly running a hand through her bright silver hair. He'll ... he'll kill me! Wait ... stop! Calm down! Breathe .... Her eyes closed as she began heeding her own words and taking long, deep breaths. There had to be a way to do this. Her mother wouldn't have asked her if that wasn't the case otherwise, right? She wanted to believe as much. Gradually, her body began to relax as she lied down on her back. The once tense muscles continued to feel more at ease along with her entire body. Even with her heart and mind racing frantically, she was beginning to feel much better as she started formulating a plan. Alaunvyll let a smile mingle in with the same smirk she'd been wearing for a few good minutes as Ktonos walked inside. Unlike Elari, she wasn't afraid. Not at that moment, anyway. The Matron knew she probably should be. The plan that she had coerced her daughter to cooperate with was very risky for herself and her youngest child. But especially the head of the household. If it did somehow end up being too much for Elari .. well ... that wasn't her fault now was it? Maybe slightly. But not enough to accept the blame. Crimson eyes glanced up to the orbs across from her as her smirk widened. Not quite yet. I'm working on gathering more concrete evidence about some rumors floating around. Some of the other houses are getting restless once more. Or so some of my scouts have hinted this. Until then? Just continue to keep your senses alert. It may not be anything or it may be a very major deal that we need to watch out for. But ... until there is more proof, there is no point in getting worked up over something that may not mean anything. The combination of the additional imprint in her bed plus a slightly lingering scent of arousal would all but spell out how her morning had been thus far. But she didn't care much herself. In fact, Alaunvyll often wondered why her youngest daughter refused to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh. She was more than capable, no doubts about that. Was she saving herself? The mere thought made the Matron snicker. Don't be foolish. If she were a hume, perhaps. But she's a pure Drow. It's not in her blood. Besides, she was still barely a child, ripe at the age of 100 years old. Alas, Alaunvyll did often think that there were times she most definitely needed to begin growing up and she had considered some .. personal lessons to assist with that. Mentally waving them away, her focus went back to Ktonos. And what of your morning? How has that been thus far, hm? Given the sight of crimson upon your face, hands, and fingers, I'd assume well enough? Elari, meanwhile, was still trying to think. But the only option that entered her confused head came in the form of accepting her mother's idea and trying an assault during the night. It was ... almost cowardly in it's own way. But still, she knew if she dared allow herself to get close, her neck would be snapped or some other similar fate. It'd be quick and likely painless ... unless he purposely took his time. And if he did .... the thought made her whimper and cringe. Alas, as comfortable as her bed was, Elari knew better. The time for her 'priestess lessons' had arrived and she thus needed to head to the temple. Taking another long, deep breath, the psion stood up once more. Her dark hands straightened her robes before she began to exit the house, not speaking to anyone nor letting any of the others halt her.