<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d0/Prisine.jpg)<br/><em>Prisine </em></td><td><strong>Name:</strong> Prisine<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Guest Quarters, Civic Festhall, Sigil<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Mid-morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Closed for Ihaana &amp; Bryseis<br/><br/>Prisine did not move away as her arms went up to let the attendant dress her. She was one sleek line, save for the dark teal hair that drifted from her calm stillness as though there were always water all around her, and only Prisine were aware of it. Perhaps it was the water genasi in her, or perhaps it was the Signer, knowing those gentle and invisible waves into existence. "It's morning now. We've been celebrating for hours- all night." The feather-light fabric of her dress shimmied down and spilled between the bodies of the two women there with her, and she pressed to Rysse so that the attendant could lace her back.<br/><br/>"It was a good celebration. It was so very good. You both are welcome to stay, and enjoy yourselves." <em>But, </em>that was the word she did not say. "There's a big comfortable bed in the other room- in my chambers. Use it if you have need." The genasi rose just slightly to work the sundress down her long legs, and pool its soft, fresh fabric around where her fellow planetouched were sitting. Aasimar, tiefling, and genasi, the three misbegotten daughters of Sigil's sexual melting pot. Something about that resonated with Prisine. Some of the crashed Signers were looking on Ihaana and Rysse jealously. "The bed was lent by your Factol. It's got a sort of water inside, and an elemental weird, perhaps- it can roll like the river Oceanus if you command it."<br/><br/>With one last tease of her moist fingertips to feel Ihaana's voice escaping her throat, she stood, a suddenly bright white figure in the smoky din and heaped bodies. She was so very confident in her charms, in her ability to navigate the politics of Sigil and work a crowd, and most alarming, in her ability to wish the dead god Aoskar back to Sigil despite the clear opposition of the Lady of Pain. It was working. Factol Darkflame had invited her cadre in, given them the guest suite, security detail, a place to preach, even while the Signers' own Factol Darius had stubbornly dragged her feet acknowledging the growing movement of the Will of the One within their ranks. "When? Maybe tomorrow, maybe a few days from now. That bariaur woman is handling the, ah, talent portion. I'm told it draws a crowd. We have to wait on them."<br/><br/>The genasi's attendant pulled a belt and satchel around Prisine's hips and took undue care and attention fastening the buckle low on the disciple of the One's hips. The attendant's hand was snatched away once it was fastened. Prisine was dressed for business, now. There was no more time for free love. "Help yourselves to the drugs, if you're staying," she added. "But mind the burn. The cool bath is going to be crowded if everyone comes down from their high all at once."</td></tr></tbody></table>