Lilaena De'Ville
Sep 27th, 2002, 01:59:32 AM
Lilaena sat in the Hall of Sorrows, listening to the wind whip around the corners of the Castle Bast. It was a dark night, and the spirits were probably restless, but she never felt more than a cold whisper against her cheek.
Her fellow siblings of the Hand were gathered tonight for a special meeting, regarding the problems they'd been having as of late. "I did not want to say anything away from this table, but as we are all here, I believe it is important enough for us to decide together."
She pointed at Wargrave, and a strange light came into her eyes. "He smokes...all over the castle! I cannot go anywhere without the dammed smell getting all over my cloaks. I move that Bast be designated non-smoking, and that Taylor's 'stash' of tobacco be thrown out into the rain."
Her fellow siblings of the Hand were gathered tonight for a special meeting, regarding the problems they'd been having as of late. "I did not want to say anything away from this table, but as we are all here, I believe it is important enough for us to decide together."
She pointed at Wargrave, and a strange light came into her eyes. "He smokes...all over the castle! I cannot go anywhere without the dammed smell getting all over my cloaks. I move that Bast be designated non-smoking, and that Taylor's 'stash' of tobacco be thrown out into the rain."