[OOM] Eiattu - Private Office

[fighting_mad]

Chin in her hands (both hands; it's a thing that she thinks bears repeating), Princess Isplourrdacartha Estillo glowers down at the open datapad and stack of rifled-through flimsi sheets on her desk. The night sky of Eiattu is beautiful behind her, stars glittering in the black sky, the outskirts of the city bright and cheerful, but Plourr is not bright or cheerful, nor is she glittery.

Absently sticking one hand through the holo representation of Eiattu IV revolving on the edge of her desk, its princess looks about as happy as the stuffy portraits of her stuffy ancestors hanging on the office walls.

Comments

[eiattu_pride]

No.

No, she's decidedly not glittery. Which is a pity. Rial wonders vaguely if liberal applications of glitter might help, then decides it's not worth the severed limbs and time spent getting blood out of the new carpet.

...oh, and he comes in, of course. Leans on the wall next to the door, "You look happy."