"Of course, darling, why else would I bother to tell you my name?" Tani's voice grew musical, and merry; some of her sobriety fell away. "Nor, truthfully, would I have brought you here. It grows late -- it's almost time for the fun to begin."
She gestured to the back. Other musicians had climbed onto the stage, and were beginning to unpack and set up their instruments. As Tani and Minalla had talked, the space had become more crowded. And not just crowded, not as most taverns did; there was a range in the clothing, the accoutrements, the stylings of the patronage. Though the light was sedated, it caught on the sparkling frivolity of many of the newcomers, setting gems and cloth alike to glittering and glimmering, their colors bright and bold.
"Welcome," she said, her eyes reflecting some of that light, "to the Posh Cosh."
She gestured to the back. Other musicians had climbed onto the stage, and were beginning to unpack and set up their instruments. As Tani and Minalla had talked, the space had become more crowded. And not just crowded, not as most taverns did; there was a range in the clothing, the accoutrements, the stylings of the patronage. Though the light was sedated, it caught on the sparkling frivolity of many of the newcomers, setting gems and cloth alike to glittering and glimmering, their colors bright and bold.
"Welcome," she said, her eyes reflecting some of that light, "to the Posh Cosh."
Precise. ⚜ Vivacious. ⚜ Wicked.
