<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7e/Goldenmorningradiance.jpg)<br/><em>Golden Morning Radiance</em></td><td><strong>Name:</strong> Golden Morning Radiance<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Sensate Sensoriums, Civic Festhall, Sigil<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Mid-morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Harmony, Fei<br/><br/>Golden Morning Radiance was completely at the mercy of the arguing Sensates. Her attention moved back and forth between them, Fei and Harmony, called as often by the sound of a voice as by the curl of fingers against her own, adding a physical dimension to the debate over what was to be done with her. The tug of war was more implied than acted out, but it was so very different than the arguments within the halls of the Judge of the Dead. Golden Morning Radiance was glowing, like a prize to be won. She reclaimed her hands in order to tidy up her silks, perhaps to exacerbate the duel of wills.<br/><br/>There was no visible register of having kissed an almost unresponsive mouth, so caught up in the winds of new experience was Golden Morning Radiance. "I am willing," she said brightly, careful not to interrupt, as though it were her choice. They were speaking about experiencing something new together, and Fei's hands were reaching past her to touch Harmony, hearts were picking up speed and she became aware of her own breathing. Feeling that the two women had decided what to do with her, the almond-eyed clueless woman began to disrobe with a quiet dignity.<br/><br/>The colorful silk that wrapped her head danced breezily at the tug of her fingertips, and a heavy weight of long, dark hair dropped out of the unseen bowl it had provided. It was much longer than it had seemed, and fell all the way into Fei's lap, straight and black, imbued with an onyx shimmer, curled into exploratory wisps at the very ends with an affectionate cling to each of its sister threads. Her knees sorted against Harmony's body in the crowded Sensorium chamber as she adjusted to run her fingers down the ever plunging neckline of her silk covering, and loosen the jealous cling it held to her rounded shoulders and the tops of her olive-hued breasts.<br/><br/>She was demure, like a concubine doing her duty, but consulting Harmony's already naked body informed her that this was accepted, perhaps even expected. The weightless silk shrugged loose from her shoulders and pooled into a lotus flower at her hips, leaving the swells of her breasts uncovered, perky, equally anxious for any sensation at all, thrilling or ruinous. It was a petitioner's body, made to match the hills of Arcadia where everything was perfectly ordered and defined. Her every contour and line was graceful and easy to follow, without an inch out of place, except that she had bared it to two strangers on a wild streak of rebellion. Like Harmony before her, she was going rogue.</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fb/Erinmug.jpg)<br/><em>Factol Darkflame</em></td><td><strong>Name:</strong> Factol Erin Darkflame Montgomery<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Erin Montgomery's Quarters, Civic Festhall, Sigil<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Mid-morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Perrin, Alzeggra<br/><br/>There was a swell of feeling as the stone touched Alzeggra's fingers, like the first buildup as a recorder stone made contact with a willing Sensate's mind. The Factol's cupped palm was there to catch it, should it startle from the grasp of a drow who had discovered it on a dead body. Erin seemed to perceive it as well, as she took the stone. She embraced it, closing her fingers around the stone and allowing whatever radiated from it to enter her unshielded. A true Sensate savored the unpleasant along with the pleasant. But as quickly as it had arrived, the impulse from the stone seemed to fade, and the Factol's fingers uncurled from its dark smoothness.<br/><br/>"An ache," she said. "It's an ache between thumb and palm, like a writing cramp. There's a gleam of tiny metal pieces. That's all. Fragments of an experience." She examined the stone and digested what the newly deputized detectives were telling her. "This is still a recorder stone. It shouldn't retain any magic outside of the Sensoriums. Still, there's something trapped inside. Perhaps some of what you detected before was emitted by the stone itself?" The more she speculated, the clearer it became that this was a lead that Alzeggra and Perrin would need to follow. She passed it back to the drow, but before she did, she wrapped it up in a sash from her robe of shadows, to give it some sense of insulation from touch. The bundle of darkness was a spool of shadows woven into cloth, cool like a splash of water and equally weightless upon the skin. It resembled a ghostly black hydrangea with a kernel of black nestled within.<br/><br/>"The Doomguard are our most outspoken critics in the Hall of Speakers. Factol Pentar seems to oppose me instinctively. There is likely little in the Festhall that would tempt them, just as you or I rarely have reason to visit their Armory." As she considered, she frowned. "Easy though it is to accept them as spies, the idea that you witnessed them behaving suspiciously and brandishing Sinker emblems causes me to wonder if it were only a ruse. If you believe they spoke in a way at odds with the Doomguard philosophy, it may be so. Tread carefully when it comes to the Doomguard, and to Pentar especially. Her grudges are extreme."<br/><br/>"It may benefit all of us for you to stay close to this modron, Harmony. Do you know where to find it?"</td></tr></tbody></table>