The grand ball

[Oriena]

[[Uh... Ori didn't remain quiet, she replied to the offer of a game ]]

She offered him first pick, but either he was reluctant to take the reigns or he did not know where to start. By his comment she supposed the room must fizz with the power, but there were no such distractions for her. Only a handful of women tickled her senses, but none of them were active -- Ori had been honing the skill, seeking out channelers for her club, an amusement more than anything, to pull the waifs and strays into her embrace. But tonight was not about recruitment.

"If someone tried to murder you in your own home, you'd raise security, no?"
Perhaps it was simply because she could not feel it, but she was unconcerned by the apparent amount of power coiling unseen around her. Rather she revelled in it. Nikolai was unlikely to pose a threat to his guests, at least not unless provoked. An unrestrained smile flickered her lips. "Or maybe he simply wishes to make it very clear who is top dog here. Power or no power, the rest of us are ants."


A flutter of air brought a glass to her fingers, curious to see if it would garner a reaction from those around them, but more curious to see if there was anything to stop her. Brandon's guards all seemed to be male. "If you suddenly discovered you were not the only god in this world, it would be bound to make you paranoid. Not that he's wrong, of course; it's not only snakes he has to worry about."
She grinned, devilish, and pressed the champagne flute to her lips.