RVA: Shadow of Doubt, SpeculationThe party finally began winding down an hour before midnight. Long practice from dealing with her late husband’s temper helped Salli keep the calm smile plastered on her face. There were no more questions about Alinadar, or commentary on the news article, Mother Goddess be praised. When the musical quartet in the corner began playing the traditional Fare the Well, Those Who Part to start shuffling all the guests out the door, she let out a covert sigh of relief.RVA: Shadow of Doubt, Speculation by Sir-Talen
Once the last of them had gone, and the quartet began packing up their instruments, Salli’s mother approached, smiling approvingly. “You did very well this evening, dear,” she said. It was only Salli’s imagination that insisted her mother’s tone resembled that of someone addressing a cub who’d successfully learned how to use the Necessary.
Peace, Salli told herself firmly. “It’s been quite some time since I’ve attended an affair in my honor,” she ad
RVA: Shadow of History, The PartyThe ballroom was in the new western wing of the manor, built in what Salli thought was rather self-consciously reflective of the Age of Airships, from the half-century preceding first contact with Humanity and the start of the Interstellar Era. The floor was tiled with white marble, broken up by geometric triangular patterns laid out in grey tile. Soaring overhead were arches of polished aluminum girders, circles punched out to invoke the ribbing of an airship’s frame. In one corner was a low stage, where a woodwind quartet was providing quiet dinner music for the twenty or so people already present, and at the opposite corner a bar and buffet.RVA: Shadow of History, The Party by Sir-Talen
“The Vicountess Sallivera Darktail!” a footman announced as she entered through the double doors. Salli, having taken the precaution of swallowing one of her tabs of optional anti-anxiety medication prior to dressing, did not break down in tears nor even flinch as every nose in the room turned towards the open double doors. Ins
RVA: Shadow of History, Doubt“Not so tight,” Salli growled.RVA: Shadow of History, Doubt by Sir-Talen
Nari flinched, and loosened the knot on the heavy silk sash around Salli's hips, twin to the governor's sash slung over her shoulder, the latter embroidered in green with a map of Greenholme's continents. “Sorry, Milady,” she muttered.
“It's all right,” Salli said, instantly contrite for snarling at a servant. “I just haven't worn these since... since the memorial ceremony back at the colony. When we scattered the ashes of victims of the pirate attack.”
That earned another flinch from Nari. “I suppose that would make for unhappy memories, Milady,” she said.
“Indeed.” She shrugged her shoulders, adjusting the hang of her dress as Nari moved behind her to take care of the remaining buttons, swishing her tail through the little flap stitched in her skirt. “Let's get this over with,” she muttered.
Stepping out of her suite, she found another irritation waiting for her on
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