The grand ball

[Oriena]

"Making a statement. One it'd be rude to ignore, no?"


She saw a challenge; one that rushed her blood hot. But the night was still young, and she wanted to see the other players before she decided on the game. The need for change was itching her skin. Boredom burned a hole through her brain.

Less than a week ago Kasun tried to tear out Raffe's throat; the same night she met Mikhail and left him in the hole watching her drink. The club had been closed since, at Carmen's insistence. Blood was such a fuck to clean out. And it had spooked the other employees, how quickly and savagely dogboy turned. That being the bigger problem, of course, but not one Ori cared enough to sort out.

She downed her champagne and abandoned the delicate glass. A riptide grin met Jaxen's mischievous smirk. She snaked a hand through his hair, lips close to his ear. "The dancing girl in green; the blonde who was talking with your father; the Congresswoman of course, public knowledge already; and the woman with Marcus DuBois and no sense of rhythm."
Knowledge was never free, but sometimes it could be offered for other reasons. Her lips curved a sharp smile around the whisper. She leaned back, mayhem a bright gleam in her eyes. Clearly she was enjoying herself, or planning to.

"Time to circulate amongst the lambs."
A wink. "Bring me back something nice?"


[[Danika has been using saidar unknowingly, right? If Ori wouldn't know she was a channeler, scratch her from the list]]