Will of the One<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 laughed a quiet laugh to herself at Rysse's little digression.  "I like to think," she said, thoughtful, "That your vulgarity comes from someplace beside your blood."  Her laughter escaped after that, and her scarred fingertips travelled, until her thumb rested atop the tiefling's tail and the rest of her fingers rested on the flesh below with the slightest hint of a grip.<br/><br/>For a moment, Ihaana thought it might be rude, to let Rysse distract her so while she was a guest at ... Prisine, right?  Prisine's event.  She'd done plenty enough to distract herself from any concerns of that sort so far, but now her wits were starting to return, just a bit, and she was really starting to hear what the genasi had to say.  But she held tight to Rysse nonetheless, and her grip tightened when she felt the Signer's wet touch on the still-raw skin where her newest tattoo had been inked.  She gasped, a quiet voiceless,<em>ah.</em><br/><br/>She wasn't sure what to say.  Or what she'd gotten herself into.<br/><br/>Elloweth -- the theater?  As she felt the slightest hints of the haze lifting, she also started to feel very naked.  She shook her head and leaned harder into Rysse, and tried to let the whipping wind in her head that carried away her thoughts take lift again.  Still, she managed to ask: "When?"