<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/>"Yeah," Ihaana muttered.  "Bearings."  Maybe that was an obscure way of saying<em>no, not at all</em>.  "I'm not cut out for this," she confessed, maybe not for the first time since they'd arrived at that party (or whatever it should be called, Ihaana wasn't sure.  The way it looked on the way out,<em>orgy</em>almost felt more appropriate.)  The way Ihaana was dressed (or mostly wasn't) served to reflect that she was leaving such a scene.  She'd said<em>thanks</em>, just like that, to the jerkin that was offered (or thrown on her), bothered only to button one button.  Rysse's garment was maybe a little bit loose on her, but that was all right; when they got someplace that wasn't so ... public, she'd return it.  It looked good on Rysse.<br/><br/>There wasn't much that Ihaana thought looked<em>bad</em>on Rysse, though, truth be told, though some Hivers might have thought that Ihaana's sense of fashion was lacking.<br/><br/>Much unlike her tiefling companion, Ihaana wasn't armed.  She hadn't been when she'd arrived, and now, wearing little more than stolen pants, she was even worse off than she'd been.  If anything awful should arise during their trip back to her little dive, it would be up to Rysse to deal with it.  Ihaana wouldn't place a bet on her odds of making it home in one piece if it weren't for her companion -- and that's discounting any ne'er-do-wells or brigandly sorts that might have an eye for the two well-intoxicated women.<br/><br/>She kept close to Rysse on their way, maybe uncomfortably close (though she'd been<em>close</em>to Rysse on plenty of occasions, not many as public as this.)  Sometimes she reached for Rysse's hand and held it tight while she lost her focus, like an anchor dragging on an eager skiff.  Now and then she'd let that hold go, fall behind, only to jog her way back.  Getting out of the Hall seemed to take forever, but at least Ihaana was regaining enough of herself by then to know that it was just something she'd taken, some potent shot of who-knows-what slurped from a stranger's navel (and she remembered that, yes.)<br/><br/>She idled for a long moment outside of the festhall, back out there -- it was still hard for Ihaana to think of that sunless sky, no clouds above but only more city as<em>outside</em>.  It seemed to her like a strange construct, a city inside of a building that never ended.  She remembered skies cerulean and twin blazing suns, red and orange overhead that burnt the skin of the pale-skinned people who lived beyond the temple-city.  She missed that heat sometimes, miserable though it often was.<br/><br/>"Do you remember the way?" She asked while she fished around her memory for directions.  "Wait," she said.  Her hand found its way back to Rysse's again, though this time she wasn't the anchor dragging them back.  The drugs in her system, magic and mundane, weren't deterring her from recognizing the signs of this place where'd spent the last decade or so of her life; she could make her way through this place in her sleep if she had to.<br/><br/>She started off, through the city; it wasn't a short way from the Civic Festhall back to the Hive, but they wouldn't get back without making the trip, would they?  She knew a few shortcuts, too, and most of them were safe!