Oh, thine silver tongue..

[ShadowRose]

[[OOC: In reference to roleplay.]]

The shimmering portal closed behind her svelte frame and she angled her furious steps down one corridor of the stone-wrought dwelling she had called her home.. until recently. Soon, she would return more permanently, but for now, it was business that had brought her to this place. The familiar and feminine form of Alya came into her view, who rushed forward and greeted Sarayn respectfully, "Mistress! I am glad you have returned. Since your departure--"

"Be quiet, Alya. I return momentarily due to business. Where is Selenthis?" the drowess snapped, still heading down the hall.

Alya quickly followed. "Out. Hunting."

"Good." Sarayn slipped on the ring she had been without for some time and bellowed out mentally to her brother, 'While you are out hunting to add more whores to your collection, bring Nym`aste something to eat! You have failed to supply him with nourishment!' And to prevent any argument from the male who constantly tried to gain dominance over her, the ring was removed and placed inside a pouch at her hip.

Through the door to a particular room shelved high with books and trinkets, Sarayn gazed on the mind flayer with tentacles hanging weakly and movements listless. The grace of her direction brought her to the ugly creature, to whom she cooed a soothing song, "My poor baby. Is he starving you..?"

Nym`aste didn't utter a word, but looked at her with dead, white eyes.

"Do not worry any longer, my pet. I will be sure to bring you a bevy of lovely brains for you to feast on. And then.. you will be strong. Stronger than ever before. And you will crush that mind whore with your superior abilities."

And with that, mucus-covered tentacles writhed excitedly in anticipation.

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[[OOC: In reference to roleplay.]]

"Mommy, why do you look like that?" Lucian asked his pale-skinned mother while they walked hand-in-hand down the dirt path. Sarayn Dala'vaesa had donned her ring of illusion in essence to avoid the terrible looks her dark skin would have gained her as she and her little boy headed into unknown territory. It had been a painful decision and the tears in her doe-brown eyes reflected the inner turmoil she faced. In this time of mounting trouble, where the future was uncertain, it was time to let Lucian go--to the family he once had. The child's memory had been erased indeed, however, the remnants of those times of good and ill had been recorded in a tiny little gem of which she had viewed--all to determine the next of kin. His parents had been brutally murdered, yes, but a kind uncle and aunt were still alive and well.. and living in Heath.

Sarayn ignored the question and closed in on the particular home Lucian had remembered so long ago, and knocked on the door once she had cleared the stone steps. The home was in a state of neglect due to the poor nature of the family, but happy voices answered the soft beckoning of visiting persons. The door opened and a kind face glanced at the pale-skinned woman before dropping to Lucian and growing wide, "Lucian?! By the gods!" And it was then that the woman hugged the little boy desperately and began to cry.

"Mommy, who is this..?" he asked quietly, returning the hug.

"I'm yer auntie Maybell. Don't ye' remember me?" the tearful woman asked, extending him to arm's length.

"Drow erased his memory. He remembers nothing of you.. nor his parents." Sarayn stated in an even, and almost cold tone.

Maybell widened her eyes, and whispered, ".. by the gods.."

"Take care of him.. and well." And with that, the drowess dropped a jingling bag of coins to the ground, a few gold tumbling from the opening.

"Mommy! Where are you going?!" Lucian asked as the drowess began to walk away, unhinging aunt Maybell from him with a squirm. He latched onto a leg that threatened to leave him behind, and whimpered, ".. mommy..?"

Sarayn turned on him and stooped low, wiping the tears from her eyes with the flippant brush of her hand, "Darling. Stay here with Aunt Maybell. And, when I can, I will come back."

"But why?" Lucian cried, hugging her.

"Because.. sometimes, we have to do what we don't want to. It is for the best. I don't expect you to understand. While I'm gone, Maybell will take care of you. Okay? Will you be good to her for mommy?"

Little boy Lucian nodded his head and wiped his eyes, lifting his gaze to her as she began to walk off.

"I will come back for you. I promise."

But somehow, they both knew that her return may never come to fruition.

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[[OOC: In reference to roleplay.]]

"My lady.." came the words that drew Sarayn out of her internal musings.

The drowess looked upward to settle her light blue eyes on Kelmur'ss and beckoned him forward with the motion of a delicate hand. "Yes, Kelmur'ss? What information have you collected regarding your assignment?"

"There is a contact that I believe garners more investigation. A certain Archibald Magus. It is my assessment, from the evidence I have collected, that he is the face of this underground trading ring within Myrkentown. Not only this, but I have word that the influx of drugs is the current focus and investment of the Black Market as of late."

The drowess lifted a finger to her lips and listened, nodding at the conclusion of his words, and said, "Well done. Follow this.. Archibald Magus and gather all the information you can about him. You will be well rewarded."

Kelmur'ss nodded his head and slipped out, eager to fulfill his duties.

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[[OOC: In reference to roleplay.]]

Soft rapping on the door inspired Sarayn Dala'vaesa to angled her chin upward, to witness the quiet Kelmur'ss peek his head in out of respect before venturing forward at the vision of her beckon.

"My lady. I have news. Very interesting news regarding our friend, Archibald Magus."

"Come. Share it with me." Sarayn cooed, setting aside the book without so much as another thought.

He neared, and would have earned himself a sure notion of death had the drowess not trusted him completely, leaning forward over her delicate shoulder to whisper news.

And the woman grinned broadly, and even lifted her chin to deliver the semblance of rich, and deviously dark laughter. "By the gods, my friend. Well done, very well done indeed."

To say that woman was happy with the turn of events.. well, that would be a considerable understatement.

[ShadowRose]

[[OOC: In reference to roleplay.]]

After the fated copulation of his beloved sister and now possibly their greatest threat, Phaeragh, the siblings had moved into her bedroom even as the stalking menace calmly sauntered down the hall of their home and out. The scarred golden-eyed predator had steered away the hateful eyes of Matron Faeryl and, in return, demanded that Sarayn forsake all others.. even her beloved brother. In response, she had refused. Shocking still was the informality of the conversation--and a very different Selenthis emerged, quite opposite of the very brutal side he had shown his victims.

"That did not go as planned, beloved sister. I would have been -fine- with you forsaking me for that one. He would have been a worthy.. unlike the trash you have sought out before." Selenthis began with the soft closing of the door behind them.

Sarayn suffered a sigh and donned a robe to cover the naked expanse of her flesh, soon fluttering on the tousled bed in simple frustration. "But.. what of us?"

"Us? Psh!" The dark elven male issued from thin lips, while settling in the chair on the opposite side of the room, ".. there would be an 'us', my darling. But different than we are used to, hm? Just without the.. extra incentives."

The drowess pitched the issuance of a snort from her nose, "Normal.."

"And is that so terrible?"

Sarayn said nothing.

"Even after you had rejected him, he still treated you with respect. How many could claim that..? Could -I-?"

The drowess sat upward in her bed, and narrowed her eyes at him, "Why are you so favorable of this..?"

Selenthis crossed his arms over his chest, and met her gaze with his own, "Because he can take -care- of you. If you were -ever- to fine someone with which you could feel the fallacy of love, it would possibly be this one. Do not be daft and let it pass by. Especially with one of our own -race-."

The beauty of her face contorted strangely, ".. I am disturbed by this wisdom with which you speak. Where is my brother?"

He shrugged carelessly, and continued, ultimately ignoring her, ".. and because you may choose another, does not mean that we are not siblings still. I will protect you, just as he. And I will live long yet. When he grows tired of you, I will be there to pick up the pieces." He winked.

Sarayn giggled, her mood brightened somewhat, though quickly sobered, ".. then.. you approve?"

Selenthis smirked, "Of course. The very meaning of this.." and he waved a hand dismissively, ".. love thing, I would think, is to choose the better fate for the other. Besides.." And the true devilry of a grin was unleashed on his face, ".. when he trusts you, cannot live without you, maybe.. just maybe, he'll give us Faeryl."

Sarayn gasped and giggled fitfully, gathering within her hands a soft pillow before launching it at him, "You are -terrible-!"

Pillow caught, he winked, "I am drow." as if the word terrible had been a given.

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[[OOC: In reference to roleplay.]]

Dizzy spells. Nausea. Cramping. Fatigue.

Selenthis paced in front of his sister's door while Alya, the Lloth-worshiping cleric, tended to the ill Sarayn. And, when his patience had run out, he stormed into the room and slammed the door behind him.

Alya jumped in surprise and a tear-stained Sarayn looked up weakly from her position on her bed.

"Did he poison her?!" The drow male demanded.

Still startled by his explosion, Alya snapped coldly, "She is with child, you imbecile!"

The insult was recognized first, and then the core of the issue at hand--and its severity, the inconvenience of a child, didn't prevent him from stalking closer to the flippant Alya and staring her down. And she would have been struck had not Sarayn whispered her next words.

"It is.. Rei's." The drowess started sobbing, in between breaths murmuring, ".. get rid of it."

Alya ignored the drow male and turned to her mistress, hoping to use the gentle touch of destructive magic, or soothing potion, in essence to rid them of an abomination living inside of their matron. But it was Selenthis that acted first, that pushed the frail woman out of his way, and moved closer to his sister, grabbing her by the throat and pushing her harder against the bed's backboard.

Sarayn's eyes widened, voice steeled through whimper that commanded, ".. do it."

Behind them, Alya shouted, "No! Not like that!"

Dexterous fingers accepted the blade formed from the bracer that clamped tight his wrist, and with it, struck true the dwelling place of what was seen as a curse.. just below the belly. Sarayn screamed out and dug her fingers into his shoulder, and reduced herself to a crying and bloodied mess while her brother coldly shrugged off her touch and moved away from her altogether.

Alya whispered hoarsely, "Mistress.." and moved to her, yet again caught by the arm and whirled around harshly to face the wicked drow male.

"Do not heal her until you are -certain- the parasite is no longer an issue." And with that, releasing her, he left the room, ignoring the cries of a sister he abandoned broken behind him.

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[[OOC: In reference to roleplay.]]

Prid'eesoth flexed her fingers against the arms of her throne wrought of limestone, nervous and dreading the meeting to come. Had she angered Lloth in some way? Pleased her? Why else would her blessed-be priestess come calling? The dreams she had envisioned had recently intensified, depicting that all of the Spider Queen's favor had been manifested into one small female. Thankfully, she had been wise enough to know that visions experienced during sleep had a way of exaggerating themselves--and also, when to keep her mouth shut. By the Council, by many Houses, she had been seen as weak, as the unfortunate successor of House Tuin'Tarl. Therefore, she deemed it not wise at all to begin blathering about an overly blessed servant of Lloth. No, her House had been fortunate enough to attain the attention of this female--and it was a treasure she would hoard indefinitely for her own gain. Mother would be proud.

Still, even as the female entered the great room surrounded by her retainers, the new Matron of House Tuin'Tarl couldn't help be feel unnerved. Prid'eesoth cleared her throat and tilted her chin upward to accentuate her dignity. "And to what do I owe this great honor, blessed one?"

Sarayn Aluna Dala'vaesa nodded her accord to the Matron, and smiled a brilliant thing, though her words were terribly cutting, "Your stupidity and inability to rule this House, Matron."

Prid'eesoth fought to keep her face apathetic, dared to narrow her eyes, "I--"

"Enough." Sarayn waved a dismissive hand, demeanor cool, "you have displeased Lloth. She has seen fit to destroy your House, I am afraid."

The Matron's eyes widened and she screamed, "No! Please! What have I done? What--"

"Be calm, dear Prid'eesoth. Our Great Mother is not merciless. I have a solution.."

"Please! Anything!" The young Matron interrupted.

Sarayn lingered on her thoughts for a long while, if nothing more than to cause Prid'eesoth discomfort, before speaking, "Adopt me as the First Daughter of House Tuin'Tarl. With the both of us, no doubt our family will regain our strength and win the favor of Lloth that we ultimately deserve."

Prid'eesoth needn't think of the consequences had she turned down the blessed female's demands, nor mull over the undeniable gains, and agreed immediately. "Yes.. that is.. a perfect solution."

Sarayn grinned, "Oh, I know."

The Matron of House Tuin'Tarl leaned back in her throne and breathed a sigh of relief. With Sarayn as her daughter and adviser, an undue amount of stress would be lifted off her shoulders, and her House would be thrown into the embrace of glory and power. This she believed.

[ShadowRose]

[[OOC: In reference to Chimera.]]

Blood curdling scream...

A sudden wave of pain washed over him as he stirred, his inhale labored and ears ringing--but nothing would deter him from answering her call.. not now, not ever once in the past. When they were younger, his beloved sister had always experienced night terrors and he would always come to her side, to cope her in wakening, to soothe the tears that had always found her eyes. Tonight would be no different, so he thought. Yet, the scream had been something more, had been more desperate, more meaningful than one belonging to a simple nightmare. And as another pierced the air, and inspired other forms to rush past his opened bedroom door, his worst fears had been confirmed--his beloved sister was in dire trouble.

With a sudden sense of survival instinct, Selenthis rose from the chair in which he had fallen asleep, thin hand falling to his side and thumbing the sword that hung there... right beneath a deep wound that gushed blood without his notice. To him, his movements were fluid and direct, not the stumbling mess that was born out of reality and, because he was so consumed with rushing to his sister's aid, he never noticed the puddles of blood he had been leaving behind in his wake, nor remembered the dream that had assaulted his subconscious. Yes, had he noticed these things, he would have quickened his movements, and surely would have noted that he was quickly losing precious life blood. To her continued screams, near and yet so far away, he whispered weakly, "Sarayn.. I am coming." as his stumbling legs brought him to her opened door.

His sister sat upright in her bed, sobbing uncontrollably with Alya at her side, the sheets, her bed clothes, even she herself, covered in a thick coat of blood. Sarayn was the first to react to his presence, and it seemed as if she had been moving like that of molasses, jumping from her bed and screaming, "Selenthis!"

"Selenthis, you are bleeding!" Alya exclaimed, soon moving to rush to his side.

He looked down, narrowing his eyes through blurred vision, and finally saw the fountain of blood streaming from his side. His hand dropped to the wound, and turned over, covered in the crimson fluid he had been spewing all over the floor. With gray eyes dim, and voice weak, he whispered, "Sarayn.." before falling away into a world of blackness and down hard onto the ground.

"Selenthis!"

Sarayn screamed his name over and over through her tears, kneeling next to him and cradling his head in her arms. The wound he had suffered had been grievous, she knew, and would surely kill him if they didn't move quickly enough. Her own were superficial; slash marks to the face, a split lip and more that were mere grazes across her delicate skin--all that could be ignored in light of far more important matters. In light of this, of her brother so hurt in her arms, her mind traveled to the unspoken and possible outcome. Without him, she would surely die, surely not want to live any longer and she held onto him tightly as if it would be the only thing that saved him. Nothing else mattered to her, and her world was oblivious to everything else but his plight. Though Alya was working furiously next to her to aid her fallen brother, Sarayn screamed, "Please! Someone help us!" to anyone that would hear--mortal or god alike.

The compound had far ago begun to stir, rushing to the aid of their fallen king and queen in response to the screams, and desperate cries for help.

[ShadowRose]

[[OOC: In reference to Chimera.]]

Minutes had grown deep into long hours, fissures of time that had extended into a day, and yet he still had not opened his eyes--not to chastise her for doting over him, or to soothe her with reassuring words.

Sarayn seated herself next to her brother, he who laid comatose in his bed, and brushed a delicate hand against a face that never stirred, trying desperately to stem the overflow of saddness through blue eyes puffy with despair. Whispering, she turned her eyes away from him to Alya, the exhausted cleric in charge of his care, ".. why is he not awake yet?"

"My mistress, we are doing our best--"

".. your best?" Sarayn began, narrowing her now-cold eyes, ".. your best!?" The drowess lunged at the other, slamming the cleric's back against the wall as she screamed in her face, ".. I want more than simply your best, Alya! I want every ounce of your blood, sweat and tears poured into the care and vigilance of my brother! Do you hear me!? If he does not wake, I will torture you until the ages end! Nothing is more important than him, than his care! Your life depends on it!"

Alya didn't dare react, and her mouth hung open in shock against her mistress' rage--not once had she ever seen Sarayn like this, so furious, yet frightened.. so like the females of their society. And it frightened her. She began to tremble.

Sarayn loosened the fingers that gripped Alya's arms mercilessly, and backed away, surprised even at herself for her outburst. Still, to retain her dignity and the gravity of the situation, she echoed, "Your best.." and then scoffed before turning away from her and returning to Selenthis' side. With his hand in hers, she returned to her watchful repose, ever waiting for him to return to her.

[ShadowRose]

[[OOC: In reference to Chimera.]]

After a long night's sleep, Sarayn had momentarily escaped the nightmare that she soon woke up to and, with news that Selenthis had not yet roused from his comatose state, the drowess plummeted further into despair. Listlessly, refusing yet again to eat, she fled to her brother's room and reclaimed her watchful vigil by his side as he slept peacefully in his bed. Her sadness mounted and her head laid on his stomach due to the stressful weight of his continued ailment, her delicate hands gripping his own tightly as her thoughts began to drift to the past. Long moments passed and her tears began to fall yet again, her parched throat barely able to whisper, "Please do not leave me here alone.."

With her so grave, distracted beyond all, Sarayn didn't see the dark fingers that weakly rose to touch white tresses, didn't notice unused lips pursing to form words that she soon heard, "Oh, Sarayn. Do not be so dramatic.."

Blue eyes wide, the drowess snapped her head up and stared into the face of a half-grinning Selenthis, squealing like that of a little girl and near jumping up to smother him in a deep embrace. "By the goddess, Selenthis, you are awake!"

"Gentle, darling.. be gentle with me." her brother winced, accepting the affection if for but a few seconds before pushing her away. "You have been here all this time..?"

"Of course, I have! I would never leave your side.. not like this." Sarayn quickly said.

"Then you will not mind leaving while I rest. I have no doubt you need a lapse from this place.. and no doubt others need one from you." He grinned weakly. "Go play with your stray kitten, hm?"

Sarayn nodded her head and hugged him again regardless of his complaints before moving to the door, to say over a shoulder, "I am so glad you are well.."

He only offered her a slight wink before she slipped out the door, leaving him to peace. Yes, it was good to be well.

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[[OOC: In reference to roleplay.]]

Sarayn Dala'vaesa sat up in her bed as Alya, her ever doting handmaiden hovered over her, whispering near silent incantations of spells that would effortlessly detect any ailment under which her beloved mistress might suffer. Satisfied it seemed, Alya opened her crimson eyes and nodded to herself.

"It has been near a month since the..." she paused for a moment, choosing her words carefully, ".. forced removal of the abomination. Under my treatments, the healing of your womb has been unexpectedly quick." The cleric's tone had been born of well-grounded arrogance, her next smile telling, ".. if you wished to conceive a child, my Matron, I believe your attempts would be successful."

The only reaction the cleric garnered from her Matron was the subtle rise of a finger to bottom lip, a thoughtful gesture accompanied with an expression stoic. Long moments passed before Sarayn spoke, "Alya, procure the necessary accoutrements to increase fertility from the depths of our beloved city.." She paused, ".. as well as those that prevent conception. Just in case. I have not yet decided if this is a thing that I desire."

"Mistress, if I may.." Alya continued without even waiting for her Matron's bidding--a past grievance continuously ignored and now taken for granted. ".. I do not find Phaeragh to be a fit mate for you. He is far too disrespectful to you, to us, and is incredibly dangerous. If you continue to seek him, and he learns of a child, he may harm you, or worse, kill you."

Sarayn offered the slow shift of her eyes, now suddenly cold, to her handmaiden and spoke in a tone dire and even, "Your opinion is not warranted nor appreciated, Alya. And the next time you offer your tongue to matters that do not concern you, I will cut it out and present it to the dogs. Am I clearly understood?"

Alya nodded her head deeply in reverence, and whispered, "Yes, my Matron."

The drowess turned her glare from the other and continued the internal debate--and it was a decision to consider carefully, she mused.

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[[OOC: In reference to roleplay.]]

"My lady.." Alya whispered while peeking in her head past the door to her Matron's room.

Positioned at her desk, Sarayn looked up from the note in her hand and waved the cleric in, the blue of her eyes filled with.. a sort of happiness. "Yes, Alya?"

The cleric shuffled in, holding two ornate boxes in either hand, closing the space between them before setting both on the cherry wood in front of the other female. "As instructed, I have procured the accoutrements you requested." She slid the black box forward first, "Prevention," and then slid the dark cherry box forward second, ".. fertility."

The drowess nodded and glanced to either of her choices, gripping tight a precious note in her hand. After a long moment of thought, her delicate hand graced against the black box and moved it further toward herself, whispering, ".. this delicate situation does not need the further intricacy of a child."

Alya bowed her head in deep reverence before gathering up the rejected choice in her hands, turning toward the door without another word. But she needn't say another word for the wicked chill of a smile said everything she thought. It was no secret that the cleric hated Phaeragh and that the Matron's choice had very much pleased her.

And it was a thing Sarayn easily noticed.

"Alya.." the drowess began.

The cleric turned and bowed again, immediately tense, "Yes, my lady?"

"It would be in your best interest to encourage the relationship between Phaeragh and I.." Sarayn mused, ".. while I am so occupied with another, it means that Selenthis is verily not. Do not think I have not noticed your reactions to his presence or the subtle fact that, no matter where he is in the compound, you have somehow had a reason to be nearby."

Alya let her mouth slack agape, quickly stammering out, ".. does--does he know?"

"You and I both know very well that he cares not to notice such things. But I recommend being very careful. Should he realize this, he will no doubt torture you endlessly with mind games and tease you until your heart breaks." Her own cold smile unleashed then, ".. and I will keep your secret. But only if you treat Phaeragh as if he were the most holy of females in our society. Any flippant word, any contortion of your face in ill toward him, and I will be sure to speak with Selenthis at the most certain next of opportunities. Am I understood?"

"Yes--yes, my lady." Words so spoken with respectful immediacy, head bowed deeply in silent agreement.

"You are dismissed."

And it was Alya that fled from the room beneath the shame and embarrassment of her secret, box gripped tightly in her hand and eyes downcast. And, had she not desired to be completely loyal to her Matron, she would no doubt hate her.. a thing always felt between the females of their society.

[ShadowRose]

[[OOC: In reference to roleplay.]]

Well and energized, Selenthis stepped out into the hall with new-found fluidity and angled his walking direction toward his sister's room. The halls of the compound had been alight with the irritating commotion of -children- talking, moving around with graceless and clunking feet, crying and, worst of all, even laughing. Whispers throughout his once-serene home suggested that the new three additions to the family had been rescued by Phaeragh, and unceremoniously dumped into their hands. Now, these children, these "parasites", were their problem--no, his problem.

"I will rip out his other eye.." Selenthis mumbled, pulling a thin hand over his face as if to wipe away the ruin of his torrential mood. At least, outwardly, in the presence of -her-. With a scoff, he knocked on the door and arrogantly entered without so much as her permission, laying his eyes on his beloved sister and..

"Selenthis. How glad I am to see you." Sarayn mused, standing behind the female youth of nearly sixteen, delicate hands overly gripping the girl's shoulders. And Selenthis could only assume that this delicate young female was one of the three so rumored about.

"Sarayn.." he oozed with his usual charm, moving toward the drowess in hopes of lavishing a rather harmless kiss to the cheek. But the girl between he and the much older woman would have none of that, it seemed.

"You will address her as your matron, you worthless male." the fiery young thing barked.

Selenthis dropped his cold eyes to her and scoffed, ignoring her, and returned his attentions to Sarayn with a rather bored inquiry, "And who, may I ask, is this little bitch?"

The girl's eyes grew wide and hoped to sputter out another quip, but silenced ultimately under the increased pressure of the hands at her shoulders. And it was Sarayn that offered, "This is Erelithra. One of three. As you can see, she has a sort of.. attitude problem that needs correcting. It is my darkest hope that you will be able to take care of it under your special teachings and guidance."

Selenthis opened his mouth to no doubt refuse the task--

"What!? There is nothing a pitiful male can teach a female. I will absolutely not have it. Do you hear me!?" and the young drowess slammed the heel of her shoe against the cold stone of the floor.

--and quickly decided against it, nodding his head in grim acceptance while moving forward to grip the little wretch by the hair and pull her close. "Oh, darling Erelithra, you and I will become quickly acquainted. You will undoubtedly learn what it is to respect those of higher station.. male -and- female alike." The cold issuance of a smile and laughter that chilled bones, "Come along." Against her struggling, he pulled her away to the door, ignoring her cries and demands.

Behind them, Sarayn whispered, "Thank you, Selenthis. And.." She began, returning the ring that linked them both mentally and physically to a delicate finger, ".. make the lessons meaningful, will you?"

And before he disappeared with the young drowess in tow, he nodded and winked, his grin all the more wide and devious.

[ShadowRose]

[[OOC: In reference to roleplay.]]

"My lady, if I may speak to you?" Alya began, after having gently knocked on her Matron's door and was bade inside.

Sarayn looked up from her place on the bed, within her arms she cradled the youngest of the three newest additions to the family. He was a tiny thing, no more than five years old, with delicate curls about his head. And, thankfully, after all the trauma he had experienced in the recent days concerning his now-destroyed house, he was fast asleep. "Isn't he precious?" Sarayn whispered, looking down at him again, before her attentions fell to Alya.

The cleric fought hard to conceal her frown and obviously, being more of a harsh female than her Matron, disapproved of her lavishing attention on a child that should be treated as nothing more than a slave. "I am concerned.."

Sarayn issued a heavy breath and waved a hand for the other female to continue, locking her blue eyes with that of fiery crimson.

"These children.. were rescued from a House that should have been completely destroyed. Should Faeryl discover this, that there are noble survivors, then we will undoubtedly move to her target list." With Alya, Sarayn could expect a flood of angry words to ensue--and this time, she wouldn't be disappointed. The cleric continued, "I am absolutely furious that that imbecile, Phaeragh--

And Sarayn grinned at this.

--would be so mindless as to dump these children on us. Does he know of the dangers? Does he know that he brings near death to one he supposedly cares for!?"

The drowess chuckled and ran delicate fingers through the child's hair, never once tearing her eyes away from the angry female. "I assure you, dearest Alya, that I had the very same discussion with him. And I trust our immediate family enough that, with the knowledge so readily available to them concerning this situation and the implications, they will keep their mouths closed."

Alya exhaled forcibly and nodded, seemingly calming, until, of course, her Matron said her next words.

"I see you have forgotten our agreement in regards to the further slandering of Phaeragh."

The cleric's eyes grew wide, and she stammered out, "Matron--please.. I am so--"

And while Alya had continued her path of verbal rage, Sarayn had communicated the cleric's dark secret to a hungry mind that erupted in dark amusement via a certain ring glittering quietly on her delicate finger.

Alya's beautiful ruby eyes had never expanded so big in her life, but did so now as she heard behind her, from the doorway.

"Alya, I did not know you cared.." and the voice dripped with mirth.

The cleric turned and saw Selenthis grinning foolishly wide, and near buckled with embarrassment, before spinning away from the Matron and shoving past him and out into the hall. And if a drow's face could burn bright red, Alya's surely would have.

To Sarayn, Selenthis pointed a finger at her and winked, "You are a cruel woman.."

The drowess grinned in return and shrugged, stating matter-of-factly, "I am drow.." as if cruelty had been a given. And it certainly was.