Eleanor didn't pretend that she couldn't hear the others' thoughts. "A walking bundle of frills, hmm, Miss Hendrix?" she giggled happily, though there was a dangerous gleam in her chocolate-brown eyes. "I suppose that's rather accurate," she said, stroking her bladed fan. There was enough lace to conceal the blades themselves, but one could surmise that the Victorian fan was more than what it appeared to be by Eleanor's sugar-sweet grin.

[i]And yes, let the games begin indeed,[/i] she said to herself. 

Next, Joseph Mikkish Callahan-who insisted that she call him Mikkish rather than Mr. Callahan, as improper as that was-thought that she was a 'snob'. [i]Well, I cannot blame him,[/i] she admitted silently. [i]People who are not as powerful as I am tend to place more value in the second-rate products that they find so fine. It's no fault of theirs, really, but a fault of their...circumstances, which they have failed to change. Hmm. So I suppose it is indeed their fault! No matter.[/i]

"I'm glad that you find my distaste so amusing, [i]Mikkish[/i]," Eleanor said sweetly, imagining what it would feel like to rake her bladed fan across his face or stab one of her hairpin-daggers into those eyes that reminded her way too much of the plantation owner she'd married. Or, better yet, what it would feel like to sink her fangs into his warm neck and suck the life out of him, the way that she had with that plantation owner. [i]George was his name, was it not? He was charming enough, until he started complaining that I was spending too much money. What a bore. And I must admit that his southern accent did become irritating after awhile. It was not very hard to kill him. He was surprised, yes, and he fought back, of course, but that's just what humans do. Humans; they're so [/i] weak[i]. Mages, for that matter, are only slightly better. Where they lack in weakness they more than make up for in ego.[/i]

And then there was Clayton. Eleanor perked up at the enmity in between him and Mikkish that she could sense without even attempting to use her abilities. [i]Oooh, Mikkish is very obviously angry at this Clayton McDougal. This shall be interesting! Very interesting indeed.[/i]

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. McDougal," Eleanor responded sweetly, flashing him a winning smile with a flip of her glossy caramel waves. [i]Very emotionless man, is he not? Hmph. Those are [/i] such[i] a bore. [/i]