Explore Your Senses

"Keeping a spot safe for my Master. Keeping others out."

Hm, how interesting. It seemed Sarkhan was completely fine with what basically amounted to be someone's puppet, but far be it from her to question anyone's decisions in life.

He glanced at the same pair that Ereshkigal did. Neither of the other women were familiar looking, and Sarkhan saw no reason to be concerned with them.

'My, that does sound quite interesting. I daresay not a dull day in a job like that,' she said. Though curious as to the gifts he had mentioned, Ereshkigal declined asking after them. It would not be too polite.

Sarkhan snorted, releasing a puff of smoke. “You’d be disappointed if you think I dressed this way for any reason. It was either wear this, or barely anything at all.”

'That is a story, is it not?' Ereshkigal countered, still that same smile on her lips. 'The absence of a reason, to me, is as interesting as a completely perfected plan.'

"Ereshkigal, correct? I have a proposition for you."

'Cathars,' she repeated, 'really? My, it certainly sounds like quite the pesky problem you have then, dear. Would you mind telling me exactly how many we are dealing with here, so that I know what to expect - I am but a single woman, after all.'

"Drunau," he murmured. "Innistrad?"

She answered in the affirmative when he mentioned Innistrad. 'It is your typical harbour town. Rolling mist, a lot of churches - that type of thing.'

I don't even know who you are but gee your awe fully pretty,

"I am from a place called Khanar…but I have not been there in a very long time. I thought that another place called Jund could be made my home, but…"

Ereshkigal was familiar with the sentiment. Immortality brought with it a certain sense of displacement, even if one's original place of birth always held the most special of places in one's heart.

I don't even know who you are but gee your awe fully pretty,

No like, better than the coastline pretty is so ZZZZZZZ Ah! Not sleeping !!

Sarkhan swallowed another of the appetizers, and stared at Ereshkigal for a moment.

'Just a curiosity. Like I said, I enjoy these events for their social aspects, and the more names I can couple with the right individual, the happier I am.'

Sarkhan grabbed a small, yet meaty-looking hors d’oeuvre, examining it before popping it into his mouth. 

Well, that could mean anything from that he was someone's lackey to that he just went with the flow. Ereshkigal ignored it, smiling when he mentioned to have met some decent people, at least. 

Her reasoning was sound. The shaman stared for a while, taking in the look of the woman talking to him. There was something odd about her, as though she was not quite everything that she seemed at first glance. Something slightly familiar, that was blocked from the back of his mind.

Sarkhan. An unusual name to her ears, but then, she was one to talk about such matters. Even less so considering the very nature of this ball, filled as it was with individuals completely unfamiliar to her.

Sarkhan grunted, coming out of an almost trance-like indifference. 

'I see,' Ereshkigal said, just a trifle surprised anyone would come to a ball if they did not genuinely want to be there. Perhaps a cultural difference. 'Well, considering the rules put into place for this particular event, I suppose you could simply ignore those you know and make the acquaintance of those you do not.'

Sarkhan leaned against the wall, arms crossed with a permanent scowl on his face. He wasn’t even sure why he had come to this ball. He was dressed in his soldier’s garb, it being the the closest thing to formal wear that he owner. It was more suited for battle than anything else.

Her dress made a faint, delightful jingling sound as she walked, Ereshkigal had determined. The way the gold caught and reflected the light of stars and candles was handsome without blinding anyone else - that would be bad manners, after all.

You look like a goddess.