<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/>"She's going?" Ihaana asked, watching Prisine cautiously.  She's let the woman put a mark on her not long before, she couldn't even see it, but she knew it was there now.  Perhaps it wasn't the wisest thing she'd ever done.<em>That's no way to live</em>, she told herself.<em>Wisdom's for people who don't know better.</em>She shook her head.  "We'll be there," she said, but bit her lip.  "I'll," she corrected herself.  She couldn't speak for Rysee, after all, though maybe she forgot herself now and then, especially under this sort of influence -- the drugs, or maybe the tiefling's infernal warmth so close.<br/><br/>"A spellbound bed," she considered with a grin, turning her eyes to Rysse.  "Though I'm not sure that..."  She rolled her dark eyes, scolding herself for losing her thought -- the fog was lifting, but not as quickly as she might have pleased.  "I don't want to get crowded," she whispered, as if confiding a great secret, "And I've lost my pants..."  Her thumb traced over Rysse's tail, as far along it as she could reach before returning to rest on the tiefling's bottom.  "But so have you?"<br/><br/>Her eyes cast toward Prisine once again, Prisine who was dressed more with each moment and startlingly sober.  "But not you," she said quietly.  "You're done with that."<br/><br/>When she whispered to Rysse again, she did it so closely that she could feel Ihaana's lips moving against her ear.  "Perhaps we should be on our way," she said, pulling the thought from the haze in her mind before it could be whisked away.  "Before there's a crowd...  To my place?"<br/><br/>It was, perhaps, a blessing that she was too inebriated to appreciate just how bad the idea of walking through the hive in her present state might be.