Thread: Night & Day

The Lady slowly walked into the room, her eyes drawn to the Drow, it was still so strange to see one, even surrounded as she was now. Good evening, My Lord, she said softly, giving a kind smile. I am glad you have come... I am eager to start our work, I am sure you are as well. My name is Aiena Caladwen. Elven silks in blues that matched her eyes draped her body in an almost organic manner, giving glimpses of pearlescent skin along her arms and back. There was only a small amount of embroidery to the hems compared to the stately and ornate decoration that covered the Prince, uncolored spider's silk being the make of that decoration for any who could tell. She had to admit... She felt a bit... Outdone by his outfit... And he was the male of the two of them. She was eager to start the work that they were to do, first to address concerns of political matters, how one's ally was bullying the other or the other's ally and the like. Then there would be other boring bits of paper to fill and drone... If he thought that the book was boring, the work she was prepared to do would be heart stopping-ly so. She had such thoughts as well, but she was not prepared to face the consequences of a bad peace between them - especially if it were her fault. She could attempt to enjoy the things the Drow had to offer after business was taken care of. She was glad, as intimidated as she was by his ornate dress as she was, that she had had the time to clean herself up and put her hair up into it's proper state for a Princess of Elves. I've managed to set up the office here in the Embassy, she said, not bothering with adding just who she was. They were on equal ground, both being the children of their respective high lords. The High Emperor of the Drow and the King of the Elves. She felt it would be insulting if she continued with such information, he would know who she was, just as she knew who he was. Please, if you will follow me, we can begin our work. If we work hard, I am sure that we can finish quickly, she said softly, behind her soft words, however, was the confidence and regality that was expected of her. A daughter, she could not inherit a throne, but for generations of elves, the many daughters of the King and Queen could be married off for political advantages among the Elven nation and others. Some of her sisters and aunts had even been queens. She barely kept herself from wincing as she remembered one of her sister's anniversary parties was to be held that year. Another event she was to miss. Oh, well... The sooner they finished, the sooner the Prince could get back to whatever blood bath he was enjoying and she could try and do something not so boring. She winced after a moment, bringing her fingers up besides her temple. There was no trace or mark there to be seen by the eye, to the mind's eye however... There was quite a powerful spell. A tool used by her family to keep the Princess' pure. A long time ago, the spell had to be placed in a rather... Intimate place, but their wizards had managed to bring it to a more proper position on the body, by the temple. It had been placed on her as a child but her sensitivity to magic always made it bother her. Sometimes burning, sometimes itching... It was quite an annoyance. She sighed and shook her head, smiling gently once again, Ah, I'm sorry. Please, this way.