<strong>Will of the One</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Guest Quarters, Civic Festhall, Sigil<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Mid-morning<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Closed for Ihaana & Bryseis<br/><br/>Ihaana followed Rysse as best she could, though while Rysse managed to make her way back toward their clothes and over and around those who remained with easy, Ihaana instead clung to the wall like it was a dear friend.  Her head had been clearing, but maybe it wasn't enough, or maybe she'd taken something else and it was just starting to hit her.  The pipe, maybe.  That hadn't been the wisest choice she'd ever made, but stumbling back looking for her clothes, she didn't regret it.<br/><br/>It helped when Rysse found her and slipped those fingers into hers.<em>Rysse was so much </em>better<em> at this</em>, the naked aasimar wondered to herself.<em>I can't even ...</em><br/><br/>She couldn't even keep a thought straight in her head.  She couldn't even find her clothes.  She said, "No," and it was true; she stumbled through the mess of bodies and clothes that lay assorted between them.  She came away with less clothes than she'd come in with, that much was certain.  She pulled on a pair of leather trousers, first of all, the sort that laced up at the front.  She'd come in with knickers, though, under her pants -- one of these strangers had peeled them off.  She didn't know where they were then, but these pants she had on now were laced and it didn't take long before she gave up on bothering with the ties.  They hung open at the sides, leaving little triangles of her tattooed hips on display, shrouded by untied leather strips that dangled down beside her.<br/><br/>They weren't her own pants, either, she was pretty sure.  While she searched for something that resembled her own top, or maybe her shoes --<em>something</em>more than pants that were just a bit too small and a bit too much of a pain to deal with right now -- she heard a voice from the pile.  "Where are my ... are those my trousers?"<br/><br/>At that, Ihaana cast a glance to Rysse, the kind of look that said,<em>I don't know what I'm doing,</em>and then she looked to the door.  She looked back to Rysse and mumbled something like, "I think we should go," and started staggering her way that way.  Topless and barefoot might mean Ihaana wouldn't be welcome in a few of the city's establishments, but at least it wasn't the<em>worst</em>condition she'd ever been in slogging through Sigil.<br/><br/>She heard, "Those<em>are</em>my pants!" and she picked up her pace.