Thread: Playing the Game [ Chai & Razgriz ]

RE Playing the Game Ariamella Razgriz Colorado Springs, CO Early-mid November Stella's brows furrowed slightly as she looked at the warlock, clearly not amused by his words. Well god, as flattering as that is, I'd hope you have more than dirty thoughts of me inside your head. But if you could kindly remove them, that'd be pretty great. He wasn't getting paid to sit on his ass and--the thought made her internally gag--daydream about doing the naughty. Especially with her. Like she would ever entertain that notion anyway physical relationships between members of proper Society were already looked at with judgement, but a relationship of any kind with a Dreg? It was totally unheard of, even if he or she was freed and working for a prominent family. In fact if it were a prominent family, the transgression would seem so much worse precisely because of the ultimate difference in status. Stella and Ric were miles--no, a universe--apart in that regard. The guy had to watch his mouth if he hoped to live more two weeks. Besides, didn't he have permission to have, and act out, dirty thoughts with other women? All he had to do was go out and find them hoes... it honestly couldn't be that hard for him. Or maybe it was hard for him. Poor thing. And it's Stella, the girl said then, walking around the island to stand in front of Ric. Lady Durante? Who even was that? Not her, that was for sure. 'Lady' Durante is my mom. It's bad enough that they named me 'Ellastaria.' I mean really, it's almost as bad as 'Ricendithas'... No offense, she tacked on after a slight pause, the half-joke making her eyes sparkle lightly with amusement. Her name, one that had been passed down in the family forever, wasn't exactly something she loved. The last person to have it was her great-great-grandmother, and for some reason her parents thought it was a fantastic idea to give her that outdated, archaic name. 'Ricendithas' actually wasn't all that bad it was fitting for the warlock, and it made Stella wonder how old he really was. He was definitely old enough to call her 'Lady' like it was totally normal. A frown turned down her mouth as she thought about the wards, knowing he was right but refusing to admit her inability to him. The standard enchantments were things she could easily do the general space-warping hid the house from view to regular humans, and she had even managed to hide most of the arcane print that the warding left on the land. Ric was right--mages of his caliber would easily sense the miniscule traces of magic, but what kind of powerful mage, Dreg or not, would be in the middle of Colorado? Most warlocks and witches didn't like being in the Americas anyway, and there were only two Houses that originated from the two ccontinents west of the Atlantic. And considering almost nobody aside from the Council knew where Stella lived, she couldn't have been in any kind of immediate danger... Could she? But there was one thing she needed, something that she could never figure out how to do. Not that she would ever admit it to Ric. As it was, anyone who knew transport magic could bypass all of her wards and come right up to the front door. Of course, that only worked if whoever wanted to get inside knew where she lived, and most of the time that involved knowing exact cooridantes or having been there before. Both options were unlikely, but she had never quite managed to put up restrictions so that only she was able to transport within the wards. In the end she had left it open, but that wasn't the greatest idea now. She was sure Ric would have quite a few, er, visitors from time to time, and there was no way she was going to allow them to keep coming back. Ugh, keep coming back ? For Ric? It was nauseating just to think about it. You know what? Sure, we can work on the wards around here. I was feeling lazy when I put them up, so I guess it's only right that you finish the work. And if you do a good job, we'll see about getting you that Chinese food. The sass was back even stronger than before, and she directed a close-to-lethal smirk at her bodyguard. It was a wonder that someone with such warm features could look so cold. And with that, she turned on her heel to walk to the front door, flipping lights on as she went along the way. After pausing to pull on some knee-high boots, she opened the door and called behind her, Let's see it then. Those delicious tidbits you keep bragging about. Now was a good time to extend the radius of her wards she kept meaning to do so, but either things kept coming up or she just wasn't feeling up to it. Well, at least Ric was good for something.