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

Elari Venoch'Xuileb'Brou Alaunvyll quietly watched in pure amusement as Ktonos wiped the blood away. During that brief moment, he almost acted more ... non-Drow with seeming to worry on his presentation. That had not, by any means, been the first time the Matron had seen him coated in blood. In fact, that was perhaps one of the more merciful sights her crimson eyes had seen the weapons master. So for him to act as if it were worse was interesting for certain. Still, if he felt obligated, she wouldn't stop him. There were a select few rules which she always enforced. This, alas, was not at all one. So even if it looked hilarious to some degrees, she wouldn't tell Ktonos he couldn't use his crest. A sigh was all he got from his explanation. And in that one breath, he could hear her clearly irked -- and yet relieved. This was exactly part of the reason she had asked for Elari to deal with him. It was true that incompetence wouldn't be a good thing to see in her members of the House either. At the same time, torture could have been used first as a method of straightening that same soldier out. Had Ktonos already forgotten? It seemed as much with how he almost always was clad, in some form or fashion, with blood. Still, if the reasons had been honest and accurate as to why he had done what he had ... Ktonos had also done Alaunvyll a favor. It annoyed her to know and understand this. But in the long run, if he hadn't resorted to getting rid of that same soldier, than she would have likely herself. Very well, she finally replied, keeping a neutral tone in her voice. It wasn't like he needed to know he had been about twenty seconds away from hearing her help conspire with his future death. Hopefully that would be the result anyway. Her head displayed an affirmative nod. Yes. You ... The expression in Ktonos' eyes may have been brief, but it lingered long enough for Alaunvyll to notice it. Oh? Now what's he thinking? Were this anyone else, no one would begin to try to guess. Ktonos, however, fascinated her far too much for her own good. Her eyes followed his and noticed one thing he had found was the bed. The Matron felt her smirk widen. Truth be told, she had wondered a few times of the very same thing. But a mix of tradition and pride kept her from acting out on those thoughts while simultaneously continuing to use slaves for pleasure. It was almost eerie to think he may have briefly read her mind. Or was he just that smart? Both were certainly a possibility. In the end, however, Alaunvyll finally waved it off. Desires and wishes never bothered her, especially those that included her into the equation. It wasn't until someone acted that she did the same back, typically in the form of a hold person spell. And that was one of the far more merciful choices. Depending on the situation would determine what was used, of course. For Ktonos, it'd likely be something more akin to harm or even worse. Yes. You may take your leave. she finally finished, sitting down quickly upon her bed as she purposely made her breasts bounce underneath her robes. It was her nonverbal way of daring him to act upon those very wants that she had been almost certain she detected not too long ago. Or was it to restrain himself from doing so? Regardless, she'd made sure it would have been an action that would get a reaction from Ktonos. As plentiful as the slaves were, few of them were genuinely decent or even good. A change with that was definitely something the Matron wouldn't mind. The walk had been brief but finally, Elari arrived at the temple. Of course, everyone else believed the same lie that her Mother had used to fool the house. She was another priestess. However, her Mother had also insisted she would be better in a room by herself so she could concentrate. It wasn't a complete lie that was actually true. It just wasn't divine powers that the young Elari was channeling so much. Without saying much, the young Drow shut her door as she sat down in a lone bed. It wasn't nearly as comfortable as her actual one, of course. But it would suffice. As her eyes closed, Elari began to focus, taking steady breaths through her nose and mouth simultaneously. It was easiest to obtain the most psionic powers while she was calm, not panicking. And so she became just that, feeling much more safe now that she was here as opposed to her actual house. By the time the night arrived, she would be ready. And she wouldn't dare let her mother down.