"How could we refuse such hospitality, or the chance to hear your news?" Mircalla finishes powdering his face and began to line the lid of his eyes with a charcoal pencil. He would spend a few minutes getting ready before joining Bael and Momo in her room.<br/><br/>"Tis a pity that scribing requires more then I have at present." The twins slide on their green silken robes, seeming almost sad that they cant be running naked outside. The second twin remarked as they were leaving, "We shall return once we set Nod up to work"<br/><br/>Mircalla has half a mind to stop the two men named Jerion, he was used to having them help him get dressed. Since he wore the elaborate and revealing expensive attire of foreign courtesans it was always easier to get dressed with help. He combed out his long white hair and decorated it with necromantically preserved flowers, they looked as fresh and vibrant as they had when they bloomed. Tying up the black ribbons of his heeled sandals took longer then usual, but after donning his jewelry and sliding the exquisite silken robe over his smooth lithe body he had *only* taken a little over half an hour.<br/><br/>"I'm not sure why you don't like the other woman Laylaa, but I would like the chance to make my own judgments. I'm sure we can all be civil for now..." With a final spray of jasmine and cherry blossom perfume Mircalla made his way to the room he saw Bael and Momo go to earlier.<br/><br/>His hands, which appeared to have not seen a hard days work in their life, reached out to knock politely on the door and await an answer.<br/><br/>(Here is a good depiction of Mircalla now)<br/><br/>http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu315/Pale_Enchantress/Narcissus_Enchained.jpg (http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu315/Pale_Enchantress/Narcissus_Enchained.jpg)<br/><br/>