Thread: Deception :: The Goddesses Descent. [Karameida x Ashiaka]

Naomi Stalbridge Nanaja Naomi tapped her foot impatiently as she scanned the crowded ballroom. Most people would have cooled their heels after three and a half months but not the former Akkadian goddess of war and sex. No, she was still fuming inside at the accusations Tiamat had hurled at them. You never accused any god or goddess of War unless you wanted to come to a very bad end and yet, here she was...stuck on earth as a mortal. Why would Tiamat accuse her of stealing Apsu's heart and desecrating her temple? It made no sense to her, none. Granted she wasn't a Goddess of wisdom or anything but it didn't mean she was stupid. Rash, maybe...but not stupid. She started feeling the familiar surge of rage and forcefully re-directed her thoughts it certainly wouldn't do her any good to go into a fit of rage now. When her and Freya had first arrived on Earth they had immediately set out to prove their innocence. They didn't think it would be overly hard because they were, very much innocent. But when day's turned into weeks without a single bit of headway, they fell into a rut. Nanaja had sat around for weeks, first whining about her ill fortunes and how she was never going to get her god-hood back. Then it was rage, how dare they do this to her! Surely they could have seen that she was innocent!? Why else would they be the leaders of all the gods in their pantheon if they couldn't even discern the truth?? After the rage past she had gone into a stage of denial and had tried many times and in many ways to wake herself up from what she was sure was nothing more than a nightmare. After that it was a grudging acceptance of her current situation. It was only when they had actually sat down and figured out a course of action did she feel a little better. She looked around herself once more, staring at all the ridic-- elegantly dressed nobles. This world was vastly different from her own people and even her past surroundings. Though the one thing that was familiar to her was the falseness of the polite world. In this world everyone wore a mask of detached politeness even while they shot each other in the back. Once they had gleaned the information they needed they were able to move among the patrons of the ton with relative ease. Being a former Goddess, she came equipped with the arrogance and hauteur that was demanded of the socially elite. The only thing she was forced to learn was being polite. A Goddess of war wasn't supposed to be nice or play well with others. But if she wanted to restore her god-hood, she needed to be able to move around in society. It was infuriating. What was even more infuriating was that she had to use a make believe name and even come up with an excuse for herself. To think that she'd have to stoop so low as to make excuses for herself. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Naomi opened the fan that dangled around her wrist and made play of fanning herself. Why in damnnation do we have to attend so many of these things? she said pitching her voice low so only Freya, who was standing next to her could hear. I don't understand the need for so many people to attend...it's hard enough to move with all these layers of clothing... she said trailing off and glancing down at her own ball gown made of satin and of the deepest hue of sapphire blue. but to actually try and dance when you're rubbing elbows with everyone is idiotic. she said with a disgusted sigh. She wanted to be out looking for clues but knew that she'd get nowhere, it was a vexing situation. The candles that flickered in the chandeliers high above cast an ethereal glow over the sea of people in all their brightly colored gowns and ornately done hair. Gems glittered on the necks, wrists and fingers of the wealthy, some were fairly drowning in gems. The room itself, was grand and had many plants positioned to create deep pockets of shadows for a little privacy. If a couple wanted a more assured sense of privacy then the vast gardens of the elegant town house would certainly do the trick. Everyone knew what was going on in those shadows and in the gardens but so long as it wasn't seen it was acceptable. It didn't make any sense to her. Naomi felt akin to a shark trying to fit in with a school of brightly colored fish. I wish Alice would get here....I heard it was fashionable to be slightly late but I don't think it's fashionable to miss the entire ball. she murmured. Alice was the Viscountess St. Angel and had taught her most of what she currently knew, she was also the reason that she hadn't become a laughingstock of the ton . She'd shown her where to buy her town house, which modiste to go too, which milliner and even where to buy the best jewelry. She had been the one to get them the invitations to all the right balls and soiree's to assure that they would be an immediate success. It had worked. After their first introduction into society they had been fashionably in demand, every hostess had them on their guest list. It seemed like everyone was eager to meet the mysterious and very wealthy widows who'd just appeared from seemingly nowhere. She had stayed detached from the crowd of people and had staunchly refused every person who offered to dance with her. She didn't know how to dance nor did she want to dance with any of them. She'd heard from Alice's husband that there were bets going down in all the betting books in every club on who would get to dance with Naomi first. It burned her to know that she was nothing more than a trophy. She wondered if their views would change should they find out she was actually a Goddess. And oh what a Goddess too. She wondered what they might do should they learn she was the Akkadian Goddess of war...well, formerly the Akkadian Goddess of War. How they might flee in terror, or beg for forgiveness. The thought amused her and a small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. She closed her fan and let it dangle about her wrist once more. She hoped that after awhile people would give up on asking her to dance. She really hated repeating herself.