The Kaelmorhn shifted in her throne, her muscles tight. Most would be unaware of the apprehension that resided in her, but those that knew her on a more personal level, such as the other faction heads, and her servants would know that she was anticipating something.
She could feel it in her bones.
However, just as her thoughts were about to devour her, there was a disturbance within the ballroom. People seemed to be parting around another individual. This caused the demoness to pay more attention to the group of people on the floor below her, attempting to find the individual for which droves were moving. When she caught sight of him, it was only because another person had gotten in his way. For a moment, the Kaelmorhn regarded the two men before her ruby eyes fell upon the male garbed in deep blue robes whom she regarded with an auspicious smile.
The Magewright had answered her summons.
It seemed as though the individual who had stopped in the mage's path did not intend to move. The demoness couldn't help but find herself chuckling at the spectacle. Her enhanced senses allowed her to hear the conversation which had passed between the two for a few moments, causing a full blown laugh to escape her throat.
Tonight might just end up being enjoyable after all.
An obvious look of intrigue on her face, the woman signaled for her guards to let the Magewright ascend the stairs.
"Mordiir. It's been a while, has it not? How have you been, dearest Magewright?" The Kaelmorhn's voice was soft, body facing the male as he entered the balcony. Her head was tilted as she regarded him, a warm smile residing on her lips.
Soon the others would be arriving as well. She could only hope that their entrances would be as eventful as Mordiir's had been. That would serve for a good deal of amusement, as well as help her not to focus on the people who intended her kin harm.
Click. Clack. Click. The sound of high heels connecting with the polished granite flooring echoed through the nearly empty hallway just outside of the ballroom's intimidating mahogany double doors. The two servants tasked with standing outside the doors watched with confused and worried expressions as a woman of average height paced back and forth in front of the doors. She was clearly upset about something, muttering to herself incoherently. Frankly, it was unsettling.
The two servants exchanged a pleading look before one of them finally spoke.
"Ah, ma'am? Is there something we can do for you?" The anxious male voice halted the woman almost immediately, causing her to turn and face him. Chestnut tresses draped over her shoulders, bangs shadowing her eyes in the dim light of the hall. At first, she simply seemed to stare at him, which seemed to unnerve him more because he couldn't make out the expression she was wearing.
After several heartbeats of silence, a smile broke through her mask, and a pale hand slowly moved up from her side to brush her bangs out of her eyes. Striking purple orbs greeted the two servants as she glanced at them both for a few moments each. For the second time in less than an hour, the two men exchanged glances, eyes wide. They didn't know why, but they had an intense urge to run as far and as fast as they could.
Then, as if pitying the fear-filled thoughts that had begun to plague their minds, the woman let out a gentle--seemingly sorrowful--sigh.
"Mm. I'm unsure if you can help or not, gentlemen." The purple-eyed woman paused, her hands clasping behind her back as she leaned her torso toward the men, head inclined slightly to the side.
"You see, I'm looking for someone.""Are they attending the event, madam? Perhaps if you give us a name we could see if they're here for you..." The second servant swallowed the lump in his throat before he managed to speak, though his voice was still shaky even then. Why were they so afraid? It was just a woman. A small, nearly 5'1" woman who didn't seem to be very imposing visually. In fact, if the servant had allowed himself to see her more clearly, he would've been greeted by the soft round flesh of cleavage that was visible due to her posture.
The woman's ample bosom aside, she was clearly there for a reason, and the men needed to figure out what it was. However, just as the first servant was about to speak in order to inquire further on what she needed, the woman smiled a wide tooth-filled grin. It was in that moment that she allowed the identifier of her species to be visible.
Long, sharp cuspids gleamed a bright white beneath the soft pink of her lips.
She was a vampire.
"Mm.. I'm not sure if they're here yet..." She finally responded to the servant who had asked her if they could check the event for the person whom she was looking for.
"But, their name is Naevine. The Lord Naevine." The woman spoke the name with a soft, almost lighthearted chuckle.
The servants, however, were flabbergasted. This woman knew the lord Naevine? How?
It was the first servant who spoke up this time,
"Well, ma'am, if you'll wait but a moment I'll go in a see if the lord is here. If he isn't would you like to wait here until he arrives, or would you prefer to enter the ballroom?" The woman nodded in response,
"I'll wait inside the ballroom if you wouldn't mind." After hearing her answer, the first servant slipped into the ballroom, catching the tail-end of the spectacle that the Magewright had caused. As the mage and his master began to converse, the servant set about making his inquiry throughout the room. When he came up empty, a sigh left his lips and returned to the hall where the woman waited silently with his partner.
"Unfortunately, I was unable to find the lord, ma'am. If you'd be so kind as to give me your name so that I can come and get you should he arrive and enter through this door." The servant's voice was timid as he spoke, his hand reaching out toward one of the door's handles.
Before he opened it, the vampire responded with a coy grin,
"Valla. Valla Craestiir." As she spoke her last name, the door was fully opened, and she found herself on the other side of the threshold, surrounded by throngs of people of all races and walks of life. She couldn't help but smile.
Tonight would be
interesting.