Who: Horror, Kane, Deimos, Mania, Lyssa, Baba Yaga, Pscipolnitsa, and Hati What: A dinner party When: June 24th, 7:00 p.m Where: A large, empty field…..precisely where may not be answerable Warnings: TBD
An empty field, a large tent. A large white tent. The sides were separated and drawn back like curtains, letting in the light breeze that had the grass and flowers swaying just so. The table with the eight chairs is in the middle, and the necessities Cold didn’t want cluttering it up are laid out on another running against what could be called the back of the tent.
The plates and napkins and the tablecloth are all as cleanly white as the tent, and all the silver and glass gleam in the lights hanging overhead. For the beginning of the party, at least, everything will be spotless. What time and temptation do to things after that…..well, it doesn’t matter. That things look nice for her guests when they arrive, that they are greeted with cordiality and propriety….that is what matters. For now. It has been such a long time since she’s hosted a dinner of any kind, and the last one was for family, which isn’t the same at all.
Once Horror has everything just as she wants it, she waits. There is no fussing or needless straightening and primping. The only thing her pale fingers touch is her skirt, and even then the smoothing of it over her legs is just habit, or something like it. As she feels the silk beneath her fingertips, Cold cocks her head and sighs…..there was someone else she might have invited. Of course, he probably would have declined…….she will have to see if he will say yes to her another time. Her table is full, and it is far too late to add another. Even if some fail to show up this evening….she thinks there will be enough company for her.