The Second.... Thingy

[quu]

Welcome, outlanders, to the throne room of (presently unconscious) King Alxis of Glazingstoke. The lilac-colored eyes of the sorcerous Prince Joffrey fix with unnerving penetration upon the party of outlanders as he clasps his beloved father to his breast. Limned he is by the last of his flames; their low ebb purples the face of the slumbering king. The echoes of deep magic swirl in the room and color the sunlight that streams through the windows.

"Explain yourselves." He commands. It is the tone of someone who is used to being obeyed immediately.

Behind him, about him, a few guards are coming around from their poisonous nap. Groggy blinking; clumsy, sleep-swollen hands fumbling to check upturned helmets, or grasp weapons, or smooth ruffled feathers. A muffled "wut happnd" slurs from someone's numb lips. Two piles of black ash smoulder silently upon the dais.

(Free-for-all response)

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[yowokomete]

"Please don't take it as a slight that I'm not entirely pleased to make your acquaintance, circumstances considered," she says. "I'm called Sei Shonagon."

Remembering that she was speaking to another traveler, she added, "'Shonagon,' in this country's language, means something like 'junior councilor.' You may feel free to address me as such."

And, now that he's not entirely a stranger (and holding up those handcuffs is a bit tiring), she lowers her fan slightly and tips it to the side, letting McCoy see the corner of her smile.