Dasaria II - A NWN2 Roleplay and Story-driven Persistent World

Making Plans

Pylia arose gracefully as she offered Latishe a warm smile. "Thank you very much for having me, Latishe. It was a pleasure getting to know you better." She gave the priestess a courtesy worthy of Court and made her way into the common room.

She immediately spotted him, sitting at a far table ...

Pylia actually smiled and reached over to pat Latishe and smiled warmly. She leaned close to speak low so she was sure only Maeve and Latishe can possibly hear. "If I had to guess, knowing Draco the way I do, I would guess it is the second...but that Draco paid the clerk himself."

Pylia smiled ...

Pylia tilted her head, looking at Latishe curiously. "A hairpiece?" The bard's eyebrows arched and she giggled. "Oh my, you do realize if he ever comes to a performance I will be hard pressed not to stare."


"But now I am curious. What could be so unusual about a Ball?"

Pylia looked at her in bewilderment a moment. "Governor's ball? Heavens I hope no....ohhhhhhh" Py started laughing prettily. "Oh latishe, I do believe you misunderstood me. It is not the Governor's Ball, it is one of Draco's business associates' daughter's wedding ball" Pylia actually looked visibly ...

Pylia smiled in commiseration to Latishe, nodding softly. "I too was expected to wed one of the sons of my mother's friends. I do believed that my parents would have allowed me the choice, but my mother was very...pushy about her favorites. So pushy I chose to leave Rian to avoid marriage." An ...

At Latishe's jesting Pylia being Pylia typically turned a deep shade of red. 'Oh...yes he had the room filled with flowers." Pylia stammered as she blinked, not quite knowing how to go on. "But He...I ...I mean we....errrrrr" The pretty bard stammered at a loss for words. "Draco treats me with all ...

Pylia artfully arranged the cups and plate that were left and took a seat. She flashed a small smile at the two females, her cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink. She looks down at the ring and the smile gets brighter. "You two are making me blush. But it was a most...romantic proposal. Draco ...

Pylia watched it all, the displays of female posturing reminding her of birds jealously showing their plumage, each determined not to be outdone by the other. With a deep sigh, the bard began to pick up the broken shards of china, and righting the condition of the room, leaving the three to fight it ...

Pylia looked between the three females as a certain realization dawned. She then looked at Latishe in compassion. If Chia's actions and attitude tries my patience, how much harder must it be for a noble-born Varanite, used to the obedience and respect of others?

Still, it would have been better if ...

Pylia sighes then glances at Maeve mouthing the words "I tried, you handle her, I am done."

She then takes her seat with a serene expression, giving Latishe a small smile of encouragement.

Pylia stands, her hands hitting the table with a loud THWAK and her eyes now blazing.

"First off, Chia, for someone that dropped in unannounced and uninvited, and through the window I might add, you have no cause to act the outraged party here. Latishe would have been well within her rights to call ...

Pylia winced slightly, but she was not about to lose what ground she gained. She smiled to Latishe warmly, her voice as soothing as possible. "Did I tell you of the time my mother invited a few of her fellow sorceresses for tea? My middle brother, Balan..." Py whispered as if telling a secret. "he ...

Pylia glanced at the other two females in bewilderment before again facing Chia , her expression one best described as comical surprise. In a soft soothing voice she responded to Chia neutrally, her head tilted slightly. "Did you hit your head when you came in through the window, Chia?"

At Latishe ...

Pylia stared at Chia as if she has completely lost her mind. She glanced quickly at Maeve, gave Latishe a reassuring smile then turned back to Chia. In a voice that betrayed nothing she remarked, "Tea not to your liking, or was it the topic of conversation, dear?"