Continues from here Timestamp: Not in the PC's storyline anymore (Formerly Day 40 of Spring 514 AV) It was a few days after the evening when Chandray’s search for the disappeared Stefan had taken her to the city’s brothel, The Velvet Curtain, where she had been told that the madam believed him dead. Nothing new of significance had happened in the days that followed. It had been everyday life as usual, busking wherever she could find work and one of the fiddle lessons with her little music trainee Novalak. But Chandray knew she couldn’t allow herself to be lulled into a false feeling of safety. It would be foolish and dangerous to relax and just forget about the bard’s mysterious disappearance, the assassination attempt on the bridge or the promise to the dhani Rississa. This was why she had walked to Coils Club today and asked to speak with the dhani. She needed answers to questions that haunted her day and night. She had been seen as one of the inner rooms, and now she stood there and waited. The room was a cave in the rock interior and there were no windows, but a fire was burning in the fireplace and in small niches in the walls was burning oil lamps of clear blue porcelain with tortuous golden decorations. The entire interior was in a style she had never seen the likes of before. It was clear, deep rich colors of intense blue, deep wine red and vibrant violet, and an extravagance of brocade and sparkling beads and sequins. The furniture of dark wood looked heavy and had intricate carved ornaments. Around the impressive bed at the short wall hung gauzy, translucent curtains that were held together with broad bands, embroidered with tiny mirrors that returned the light from the fire and the lamps. A myriad of small well-made ornaments of glass, clay, metal and polished stone cluttered the small tables and shelves that were scattered across the room. The overall impression was lavish, opulent and immoderate. Rississa arrived, so silently that Chandray didn’t notice her at first. She started and spun around when when the dhani suddenly laughed behind her. She was in her human form, and Chandray guessed she mostly was, as it seemed much more practical than the other forms. At least in Riverfall and indoors. Rississa didn’t wear the dancing clothers now : she was dressed in a loosely flowing bright red gown and a ton of gleaming, sparkling jewellery. If Chandray had only heard it described she wouldn’t have believed it was true and she would have laughed at it, but Rississa was looking oddly beautiful in all her exaggerated finery. To Chandray’s surprise the dhani greeted her very politely and told her the tea would soon arrive. She sat down on a low round cushion covered with deep red velvet, to one side of a low dark wooden table. “Please sit down” she said to Chandray, sounding like a perfect hostess. The contrast to the way the dhani had behaved that evening she had attacked on the street couldn’t have been greater. Chandray had come there prepared for a really unpleasant meeting, perhaps with new death threats and reminders of old ones, and now she felt lost and didn’t know what to say. But as the dhani was in control and theywere meeting on her conditions and on her ground, so Chandray obeyed and did as she had been told. She took a seat on another low round red cusion, at the opposite side of the low table. "It may surprise you that we have it so easy here," began Rississa . She sounded both proud and pleased, as she spoke in an urbane tone as if she wanted to seem blasé. "By time, this room has become quite livable. " Chandray was perplexed but didn't want to show it, so she nodded politely and said it was a very beautiful place and it seemed truly comfortable. She added some extra comments to commend the choice of colors and decorations. It could never hurt to behave well, and besides she could hardly behave bluntly when Rississa carried himself with such sophistication. Chandray’s parents were anthropologists and had told her since childhood how important it was to follow the customs and traditions which can be reached in order not to offend people . So Chandray applied her vague insight about the anthropologist’s way to do things and played along in order to blend into the unknown culture of the dhani. Personally she would certainly love to come to the point, but it was best to let Rississa take the lead. The door had been opened as quiet again and a young woman tiptoed up to them over the thick dark blue carpet. She carried a loaded tray and was dressed in a bright pink dress of the same loosely fluttering sort Rississa had on him, but without jewelry. Rississa introduced the girl as her daughter, Nassassa. Chandry greeted her politely and Nassassa smiled briefly, put down the tray on the table and left the room as quietly as she had entered. After this, Chandray watched patiently while Rississa made a big show of placing two elegant blue tea cups and filled them with tea. The dhani chatted while she was doing this, as if there was no hurry to find out what the reason for the visit was. It all seemed utterly pleasant, but Chandray knew better. Dhani’s were reputed to be harsh and cruel, and she had seen that side of Rississa already, far too much of it. She was wondering when this new façade of social polish Rississa was giving her would crackelate. Perhaps when she realized Chandray was there to ask questions, not to give information... |