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

Elari Venoch'Xuileb'Brou Elari felt the internal struggles, both from herself and Ktonos. She bit her lower lip as she tried to force more pressure and strength onto her target. Apparently, however, he was doing a better job than she'd wanted despite her Mother having insisted he never dealt with a Psion before. Was it because he'd been against other magic users? Probably. Or was it just pure instinct and the will to live? That was also another likely possibility. Her grip upon her lower lip tightened ever so slightly as she continued trying to enhance her abilities, increasing the power flowing through them with each passing second. But, unfortunately, she felt the link between them snap, signaling he had indeed broken out of it. Sure enough, Elari wasted no time in lying down and quickly shutting her eyes. But she was nowhere near tired. If anything, she was far from it. And with her room being relatively close to Ktonos', she could easily hear all the ruckus outside. She hadn't meant for anyone else to be outside his door at that moment. But, in it's own way, it was a bit of a blessing. She could stay hidden, even if only for a bit longer. Ktonos had no proof, no way to link this attack back to her. It was a way to ensure she could wake up in the morning rather than deep within the ground where she probably should be by now for making such a bold move. The imagery of realizing not only what she'd done but where she should be made a shiver trail down Elari's spine. Her eyes closed tightly as, for a few brief seconds, she almost felt as if Ktonos himself were looking right at her sleeping figure. Or ... was it her Mother? It wasn't a pleasant aura, regardless, and it only encouraged her to actually try to fall asleep. The morning was already going to be painful enough as it was. Her Mother would know of the failure and with that, there would be consequences. With the last thing to pass her lips being a weak whimper, Elari allowed sleep to finally overtake her. Whatever would happen would do so in the morning. For now, the very fact she could continue to live and breathe was enough to satisfy and comfort her, thus allowing the young Drow Psion to pass out. Alaunvyll didn't need to her mirror to know Elari had failed in her task. The angry sounds of footsteps all but spelled out they belonged to Ktonos. But what sealed the deal for her guess were the last words he barked while entering her room. And your Weapons Master has been subject to attack this night. Alaunvyll clicked her tongue at Ktonos as she waved her right index finger at him, as if scolding a hume child. I should punish you for so harshly opening my door and storming in like that. Your words, however, have spared you and simultaneously gotten my attention. He would find the Matron had been lying down, attempting to sleep. She had been seconds away from succeeding too. But the noises throughout the halls had made her wake up in a matter of seconds. Due to what she had been aiming for, however, her robes were ... on and yet not at the same time. The sash was loosely tied, giving him an even easier view of her cleavage. Her right hand raised as she waved her index and middle fingers in a 'go on' type of gesture. What exactly do you mean though? Attack? I have been awake and heard no sounds of a struggle or anything. Are you certain you were attacked rather than just having a rare nightmare or something?