April 6, 2002
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Gideon Club Study...

Mora enters the Study. She is a slender 5'8". She has the air of a young woman that might have experienced more than her age. She looks more prone to academic arts than physical ones. Her form is slight and has something of a frail aspect to it. Mora's fine artist's hands lend to that impression. Her skin is pale, and her eyes leave an impression; they are clear blue and bear a mixture of wisdom and intelligence. She has a rather pensive expression. Her hair is a snowy white that belies her age. It is bound up in a French knot that leaves her neck bare. Her dress is deep blue that brings to mind the night sky. Its squeezes her form into an almost impossible hourglass shape and is cut to allow slightly visible cleavage. The sleeves are well-fitted but allow for ease of movement. The top of the dress is intricately sewn with lace and beads. The bottom of the dress billows out in folds of dark fabric. At her neck is a single black pearl.

Mora smiles, "Good turning." She drags herself over to the bar in a rustle of dresses and sighs, "I do not know how women do it."

Yosannah turns from her spot at the window. Her arms are crossed, "What's that?"

Mora makes herself a martini at the bar, "Wear these huge dresses."

Yosannah smiles lightly, "What are you all dolled up for anyway?"

Mora says "Nothing. I just came from Gaslight, and this is the style of dress." Mora considers, "Are you a member, Yosannah?"

Yosannah inquires, "Of?"

Mora chuckles softly before taking a sip of her drink, "The club."

Yosannah teases, "Why, are you?"

Mora nods, "I was curious if I were the only official female member."

Yosannah crosses one leg in front of the other and leans against the wall, "I'm told that the members are all secret and stuff. If I were a member, could I tell you?"

Mora sighs, "Not to each other." Mora shrugs slightly, "At least I am not."

Yosannah laughs at that. "How could I be sure that you are?" She smirks, "Do you have a badge or something?"

Mora says "Ask the staff."

Yosannah ahhs, "Naturally."

"So, what's going on in Gaslight?"

Mora says "I just bought a townhouse there. The Lady Lorana is having a party at her townhouse." Mora sips her drink, "But you know of Gaslight?"

Yosannah nods, "Yes. If I recall, I went with Stoner once or twice."

Mora nods, "So Stone has been as well."

Yosannah nods. "I don't know how recently, of course. This was quite some time a go."

Mora says "But how have you been?"

Yosannah shrugs, "Well enough, I suppose." She glances over her shoulder and out the front windows.

Mora sips her drink, "That is good to hear." She looks faintaly curious, "Do you see Damen much?"

Yosannah smiles, "Of course I do." She turns toward Mora, "Why do you ask?"

Mora turns her back to Yosannah to make another drink, "Just curious."

Yosannah raises a brow, "'something wrong?"

Mora turns back with her drink. She raises an eybrow, "No. Why?"

Yosannah shakes her head, "No reason, I guess."

"So, when's this party?"

Mora considers, "Exactly a week's time in Gaslight."

"I'm not sure what that means."

Mora sighs, "What time are you on?"

"Sun time, of course."

Mora chuckles, "I am not sure what to tell you, then."

Yosannah shrugs, "Oh well." And then, "So, is that where you're spending your time when you're not here?"

Mora shakes her head, "Actually mostly in the Courts of Chaos. You are from Amber-side, right?"

Yosannah shakes her head, "No."

Mora considers, "Come to think of it, what do you do?"

Yosannah laughs, "That's the million dollar question, isn't it. I don't belong to either Chaos or Amber, if that's what you mean."

Mora nods, "So where do you spend your time?"

"You're looking at it."

Mora considers, "I do not think any of us were from Banished Sun."

Yosannah smiles, "Well, I'm not from here originally. Of course".

Mora nods, "Where are you originally from?"

"One of the Earth shadows. Don't ask me which one though, I'm not sure."

Mora nods, "You have travelled a long way."

Yosannah shrugs, "I suppose so. What about you?"

Mora says "I was raises in a Yyvrael holding, and then I was raised in Yyvrael. I did spend some time in Kyronia and Fairmir, though."

Yosannah smiles, "At 'Laynee's place? That's a magnificiant shadow."

Mora smiles, "You have been there too? You really are well travelled." Mora thinks, "Who is Laynee?"

"Alayne. Damen's Aunt. It's her palace."

Mora says "I did not know that...where is he these days?"

"He's been around. Been working at the Academy in Kryona lately."

Mora nods, "I have been meaning to drop by Kryonia soon."

"Do you have ties to the Academy?"

Mora says "I used to be its Headmistress."

Yosannah considers, "I think I recall being told that once, now that you mention it. What happened?"

Mora frowns, "The Logrus." Mora sips her drink. She has gained a slight flush to her cheeks.

"What do you mean?"

Mora says "After I had gained the Logrus. The madness drove me into shadow and stranded me there."

"How'd you get back?"

Mora frowns, "A shadow storm left a path."

Yosannah nods, "You got lucky then."

Mora nods, "After a decade."

"And they wouldn't give you your old job back? Bastards."

Mora sips her drink and shrugs lightly, "I did not ask for it back. A terribly long time had passed."

Yosannah shrugs, "Are you saying you don't have any interest anymore?"

Mora looks down at her drink, "I am not sure. I feel very different."

"In what way?"

Mora says "It is hard to say. I have more of an interest in life and less of aninterest in academia."

"Hmmm. Interesting."

Mora's voice is soft, "The shadow I was stuck in was not a pleasant place."

"In what respect?"

Mora sips her drink, "It is a shadow from where necromancers gain their abilities."

"So... what happened to you there?"

Mora shudders lightly, "It was a very dark and evil place, and it was difficult for me to survive and remain mentally intact."

"And so now you've given up your studies because if it?"

Mora nods, "I turned away from the necromantic arts because of it. I pursue other things now."

Yosannah nods, "Like what?"

Mora says "I am practicing my art. I had a studio in Fairmir."

"You're a trump artist then, is that it?"

Mora sips her drink, "Among other things...I am not very good, though."

"As far as I'm concerned, if you can draw yourself a trump to get you from A to B, then you're good enough."

Mora says softly, "It was not enough to free me from my prison."

Yosannah shrugs matter of factly, "You're here now."

Mora says "As you said...by luck."

"You're not going to be very good any anything if you keep dwelling on what happend. It's likely to consume you, Mora."

Mora considers that and nods.

Yosannah glances back out the window again, "So, now what?"

Mora sips her drink, "Now I put back the pieces in a new shape."

Yosannah smiles lightly, "Good."

Mora looks at the window, "Why do you look out the window?"

Yosannah shrugs, "Habit I guess."

Mora looks curious, "What are you looking for?"

Yosannah responds rather blandly, "Nothing." And then, "Why are you a member of this Club, by the way."

Mora shrugs, "I used to have different notions. Now, I just like the people."

Yosannah laughs, "I'd think you might find better 'people' elsewhere."

Mora thinks, "Do you really think so?"

Yosannah nods, "Yes. I do."

Mora's brow furrows, "Like where?"

"Darn'd if I know, though socializing with a group of known schemers and killers..." She shrugs.

Mora laughs, "Who makes a more interesting person?" She makes herself another martini. Mora sips her new drink, "Can I make you something?"

Yosannah shakes her head, "No, thanks."

Mora says "So why do you hang around here?"

Yosannah gets all serious, "There's safety in numbers." And then she smirks, "And Stone and Damen are my boys." She winks.

Mora says "Damen used to be my boy."

Yosannah smiles, "How's that?"

Mora says "I considered us close."

Yosannah chuckles, "Darl'n, Damen used to be 'close' to lots of ladies."

Mora shrugs and sips her drink without saying anything.

Yosannah sighs quietly, "I didn't mean that like that... I'm sure he... Awe, nevermind."

"One thing that can never change is the truth, so one should always accept it."

Yosannah listens quitely and patiently without saying anything.

Mora sips her drink and smiles, "Why dwell, right?"

Yosannah watches Mora, "Why. Are you dwelling?"

Mora shakes her head, "I am not."

Yosannah considers, "I see. "

At that moment, Nash arrives from the hallway. Nash paces in, his glittering gaze cutting over to the two women.

Mora stands with a martini by the bar in a big Victorian dress. Her face is flushed.

Yosannah nods, "Hey, Nash."

Nash nods curtly, "Turnings." he looks directly at Mora. "Ma'am."

Mora nods, "Good turning."

"You guys know each other?"

Nash shakes his head slightly, "Don't believe so." he looks back to Yosannah, "Am I interrupting?"

Mora shakes her head and sips her drink.

"No, you're fine. Nash this is Mora. Mora, Nash."

Nash lifts a hand in more casual greeting now that the introductions have been made. He heads around

Mora and ducks beneath the bar, liquidy, glass tinkles eminating as he rummages.

"Was hoping to find you here, really."

"Oh?"

Mora murmurs, "A pleasure to meet you."

Nash's head pops back up as he surfaces with a bottle of vodka and a glass. He opens the bottle and pours the glass to surface tension, frowning mildly, "Have you forgotten our last conversation too?" and after a sip from the glass, "Aye, Mora. Likewise. Pardon preoccupation."

"No, I haven't. I didn't want to assume that you wanted to continue discussing that issue."

Nash takes a slightly larger swig now that the danger of spillage is passed. A faint smile tugging at his lips, "What else have we got to speak upon?"

Yosannah rolls her eyes, "Oh, good point. What else could we possibly talk about. Well, how 'bout those Mets?"

Mora places her drink down, "I shall leave you two."

Nash hrrms, "Metanoians?" he looks back to Mora, "I didn't mean to drive you off, ma'am."

Yosannah smirks, "Sure he does. He's good like that."

Mora takes out a trump. She shake her head and offers a good turnings before considering the trump.

Nash says "Serpent Guard."

Mora seems to concentrate on the card several extra moments and then she is gone.

Nash arches an eyebrow, "Friend of Stone's?"

"Her? Perhaps, though I don't want to speculate."

Nash shrugs, "So. You want to talk today? Is here good, or too trafficed?"

"Here is probably the safest place to talk. What is it that you want to know, exactly."

Nash takes another swig on his drink, "I want to know what happened to Famine."

"You mean, you want to know what happened to Hank? Or are you asking where Famine is now? 'Cause only one of those questions I will answer."

Nash rubs his beard. "I know pretty much what happened to Hank - save one or two small details." he looks thoughtful.

Yosannah shrugs, "If you tell my why you're curious about Famine's whereabouts first... I'll think about it."

Nash says "As indicated, I am more curious about the nature of the Horsemen than the whereabouts of Famine. As for why ... since such a spirit once inhabited Hank, it is of interest to me. Everything connected to Hank is of interest."

"And what would you do if you know the location of Famine?"

Nash shrugs, "Likely seek it out and attempt to converse with it. It depends. I would prefer to know more about the spirits. About what they might do to their hosts."