She had tried to light Vahliri on fire? Oh, he had to hear that story. But it seemed that before anymore conversation could be had, the Kel'dor's dance partner broke away to engulf Clove within a rather delicate embrace, as if they were two close friends soothing one another as the chaos burned throughout the grand palace around them.
Sol is left standing there, entirely uncertain as to what to do. He doesn't know Clove, and he isn't interested in hugging up to Aadya either, or any woman, for that matter. So, he turns his eyes to the fight being waged between Altair and Draugr. The Tiefling was... doing surprisingly well. Was Draugr about to get knocked onto his ass in the middle of a party?
Well, it wasn't so unusual, this was a Sith party, after all, and if Draugr had to have picked anyone in the room to get his ass beat by, Altair was certainly the right choice. The Tiefling had saved Korriban, had won several battles already. He had a glorious reputation, after all. It was far less embarrassing to get thrashed by Altair than it would be if it were some Acolyte, or a random Champion nobody had ever heard of before.
And all the while, the flames that had licked their way up the curtain had spread to the next curtains, and then to the next. Smoke rose to cloud the towering ceilings above, and the smell of it was a lot more obvious now. Hell, the fire itself was bright enough to grab the eyes of most. Still, many seemed more interested in watching the two fights than putting out the flames.
At least he can hear Clove finally pulling away from Aadya. Sol hears his name, and he turns with a smile, still where they had left them.
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Sol is left standing there, entirely uncertain as to what to do. He doesn't know Clove, and he isn't interested in hugging up to Aadya either, or any woman, for that matter. So, he turns his eyes to the fight being waged between Altair and Draugr. The Tiefling was... doing surprisingly well. Was Draugr about to get knocked onto his ass in the middle of a party?
Well, it wasn't so unusual, this was a Sith party, after all, and if Draugr had to have picked anyone in the room to get his ass beat by, Altair was certainly the right choice. The Tiefling had saved Korriban, had won several battles already. He had a glorious reputation, after all. It was far less embarrassing to get thrashed by Altair than it would be if it were some Acolyte, or a random Champion nobody had ever heard of before.
And all the while, the flames that had licked their way up the curtain had spread to the next curtains, and then to the next. Smoke rose to cloud the towering ceilings above, and the smell of it was a lot more obvious now. Hell, the fire itself was bright enough to grab the eyes of most. Still, many seemed more interested in watching the two fights than putting out the flames.
At least he can hear Clove finally pulling away from Aadya. Sol hears his name, and he turns with a smile, still where they had left them.
@LilyNion @Scoobert @Sreeya @Logan