Two Eyes Cenote [m][wp] Garter

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Toula is happy-

She is brimming as she joins her court in dance. Her delight enriches the palace and makes its way into the turn of Eset’s mouth. The fellahin who’d reappeared from clearing away the feasting room, and admiring @Keiko’s careful artistry in the scullery, reaches now for a charger of drinks and sets about tending to the guests.

She indulges the boisterous ones with chatter and the wallflowers with soft queries- chases the children off the berries! Unnumbered and brightly dressed, the guests trade stories and play games of love and through them weaves the servant, privy for the briefest of moments to secret lives.

Hold on. Hold the fuckin phone. Someone was throwing an absolute rager of a party, and if you thought Tierra wasn’t crashing this bish? You would be so mistaken.

She was keeping her options open at this point, but when she’d wandered past and heard the ruckus of dozens of wolves having a good time, she couldn’t resist checking it out. This had to be only one pack, with coyotes everywhere and a very familiar setup, so she’d just told whoever might’ve stopped her that she’d been invited. No way they’d have left her off on purpose, anyway.

Completely failing to notice that @Germanicus was there, Tierra wandered through like she owned the place. Eventually she found herself by the refreshments and was trying to decide which of these things would get her most lit for the pregame.

Hey. What’s the best of the best? I want to really feel like this is a party. Tierra didn’t know the woman she stopped, and she didn’t look familiar from the last wedding party. Then again, she didn’t remember much from that party. If she was lucky she might not remember much of this one either.

A bold voice, devoid of modest propriety and yet Eset found that it eased her firm demeanor considerably in just how little she expected to hear it.

Mouth upturned, she raises the platter. They were the same berries she’d been offering all evening.

“That will depend. Do you prefer to dance, my Lady? Or to see?”

A jack-lit stare flickers.

She hadn’t even had anything yet, but she already couldn’t make heads or tails of what this lady was saying. Tierra just stared a long moment, then laughed, assuming that she was definitely making a joke.

I prefer to have a good time. Obviously. She swayed a little, grinning in a charming way that she assumed would totally win her over. If she’d caught it, she might have realized dance was probably the option she wanted.

The Pharaoh had been a fancy speaker last time, actually. She remembered that much at least. If nothing else, that had been interesting.

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Her eyes flick over the lavish dancers then return to the red girl, amused by her insistence but guarding an ever-formal calmness.  It was almost a challenge set; to pluck at a string this woman had bowed for her. Eset places the berries down.

“Right this way.”

The servant shepherds her guest from the party and through an adjoining passageway. Two left turns leads into a dimly lit chamber; noiseless now, save for the tap of their feet on stone. There is a narrow recess in the wall almost concealed entirely by shadow. The fellahin reaches a hand into it.

Offered upon her palm is a small, flowering nopal. Her eyes lift coyly towards the girl. 

“Enjoy yourself,” a whisper.

This was why this place rocked. They knew how to folllow (totally reasonable) requests without a bunch of annoying questions, and they knew how to show a girl a totally fab time.

Tierra got the impression, when she’d followed and been given the offered plant, that this wasn’t the usual variety. It didn’t even look much like the weird shit Pharaoh had given her last time. It was… ugly, but the point wasn’t looks? Still, her nervousness couldn’t override her curiosity, or her need to prove she was no chicken square when it came to trying new things. She took it with next to no hesitation.

How long until, y’know… I feel it? She’d taken whatever was offered but wasn’t feeling the effects yet. The drinks didn’t work that fast either, but like… she wanted to know if she’d know. Or if this was like a buzz, light and totally below her pay grade.

Bud and all, she swallows the peyote without so much as a wince and the fellahin is left contemplating if the woman is truly after a good time or otherwise trying to escape something. It is not in pursuit of confidence- that she has plenty of.

Eset straightens herself. “You will have thirty minutes to conduct business,” she explains, though she doubts the woman is here on diplomatic grounds.

“After which, I shall not spoil,” but she will know true elation. Soon she would see music and taste colors and the festival god Shesmu may even deign to partner with her in dance.

Eset is envious, she realizes, craving also to be stripped of objective verities for the night.

Okay. Cool. She was dubious, but it sounded like this was some good shit. Like, really good shit.

Thanks, if it’s rad I’ll totes owe you one. She had the hookup here and Tierra totally didn’t mind promising favors as long as it meant her invite was open in the future. This place wasn’t Akashingo, but in some weird way it was too.

“Not at all, my Lady. You are a guest here,” her nose dips, the implication being that it was the fellahin’s job to show her a good time while visiting the palace.

She turns towards the hall then to escort the red woman back through the corridors into the revelrous reception room. A polite nod is given before parting.

The blindness in the berry-wine sat, tempting her. She gathers her charger and returns to service, but she would endeavor to keep the red woman in her sights that evening.