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Alexandria Rose Nash | Urðr (urdr) wrote in paxletalelogs,

by the bar: OPEN (come say hellooooooooo)
Urðr. My name is Urðr, was the first thing she thought, and then smiled. The expression spread slow on her strange, pale face. Her true form pushed away her human one, or perhaps stretched it - longer of limb, slender nearly to the point of gauntness. The outfit she was wearing was ridiculous. It was a simple matter to take a white, diaphanous dress from one of the prop mannequins, then find a room to change in. Catching sight of herself in a mirror, she frowned at the white makeup on her face, the mask of black around her eyes; she used the discarded costume to wipe the makeup away, and was left with shadows around her eyes, and lips still slightly stained by the deep, dark lipstick the Other - Alexandria - had used. Discarding the costume draped over the arm of the couch in the room, Urðr glided back to the ballroom, and to the bar.

"Have you any mead?" she asked, her voice certain but quiet as linen moving over cool skin.

Somewhere in the back of her mind was a register of surprise - it was the mortal - that they did have it.

"My thanks," she said, and took the strange glass it was served in, then turned to watch the room.

How strange they all were, and how varied. She could see many of their threads, though they were not of her making, especially as they intertwined with threads she had spun. Each one a different color, each one with different desires, different destinies.

She had missed this; the watching, the knowing.

Urðr smiled.