Angels with Dirty Faces (Razielle)

[Adraudia Basillie]

The Royal Masquerade Ball had winded to a halt a half an hour ago. Adraudia had thanked everyone for coming in a most moving closing speech, which received a thunderous ovation, especially after spotlighting the Princess one last time before they retired.

Both the Queen and the Princess were gowning down inside Adraudia's changing room, and she couldn't wait to be rid of the damnable thing! She welcomed the simple velvet dress that hugged her body loosely. Now she sat in front of the vanity brushing out her hair almost like a machine. Her thoughts were too focused on what happened tonight. It was almost a complete disaster. The men she was casually flirting with had taken her mocked affections too far and tried to unmask her. He possibly would have succeeded if not for Razielle's interference. At first she had thought the man clumsy and tripped but there was no mistaking the use of the Force by the Princess. Adraudia had sensed it. That fact changed everything. Razielle was like her, gifted with Force Sensitivity, which made the truth of her own abilities that much harder to hide.

"Is there anything else ya be needing your Majesty?" Jaynie was looking down at her with a sad smile. She was the only one beside Lira, Razielle's own maid that knew the truth of what happened this night.

"No, but thank you for everything." Adraudia took Jaynie's hand within hers and patted it with much adoration. "I appreciate what you did for me and the Princess."

A thought occurred and she looked towards Lira who helping Razielle with her hair.. "Perhaps after Lira is finished they could take the rest of the night off and tomorrow as well? If that is all right with you, your Highness?"

It would also give them a chance to have that much needed conversation.

[Razielle Alastor]

Lira stood behind Razielle, combing out the tangles from her long hair. Her eyes shut in relaxation, she was listening to the excited chatter of the maids as they went on about how much they had enjoyed the ball. They had expressed concern about how Adraudia had quite nearly been accosted and how horrible that would have been. About how it was lucky that the young man had tripped over his own two feet to get away from the Demoness, come to save her friend. It had all been rather tense, but it had smoothed out okay.. Still, she would pay for it. Callidus would see to that.

Popping her eyes open at her name, Razielle nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. You girls were wonderful and deserve a reward for going above and beyond. Lira, perhaps you can catch up with that young man on the royal guard I am always seeing making eyes at you.."

Lira, obviously unnerved at her romance discovered, bobbed a quick curtsey first to the Queen, then Razielle. The girls left them to their privacy and went out to enjoy the rest of the night.

"I am so sorry. I didn't count on a drunken fool unmasking you, are you alright..?"

[Adraudia Basillie]

"I'm fine," she assured, smiling at Razielle through the mirror. "Though my pride is a bit sore. Thankfully only a trusted few are the only witnesses."

Her face grew pensive with the last stroke of the brush. "But there is one thing bothering me."

Adraudia set the brush down on the vanity and turned around to look at the Princess directly. "I know that man did not trip."

As much as she wanted to say how she knew, the Queen kept it vague. If pushed, it was obvious that Razielle was nowhere near the man to trip him. She did not this because of fearing Callidus' wrath. The two had a great deal of respect for one another and Adraudia would not reveal her own secret without his consul .. But surely he must know that the Princess was gifted!

[Razielle Alastor]

A slew of rather unladylike curses were flung about in Razielle's head at that. She wasn't at all prepared to answer questions right now. She knew the Queen would see through the image of silly twit that usually worked on most people. She couldn't flutter her eyelashes and smile and simply ask "Why.. whatever do you mean..?" not with Adraudia.

Rising gracefully from the velvet cushioned chair, Razielle moved to grab a bottle of champange that had been left for them. She poured two glasses while she searched her mind for an acceptable remark. "I can assure you.. I didn't lay a hand on him, Majesty."

Smiling Razielle handed the glass over to the Queen. Changing the subject easily she lightly touched her glass to Adraudia's. "To Onderon and a glorious evening for Your people!"

Ever so softly Razielle attempted to use her latest lessons. Mind control. Surely the Queen could be persuaded to forget there was any question about how the man had fallen?

Razielle had yelled at him "Back off!" The young man, startled at being yelled at by a Demoness had backed up, slipping in spilled wine. His intoxication made him careless. He fell on his own.

[Adraudia Basillie]

Adraudia took the stem of the glass with a raised brow. Understandably, Razielle was attempting to cover up but she wasn't following her motive for opening the champagne until she felt the Princess enter her mind.

She had to handle this delicately and give nothing away. Callidus had told her there were beings that were so strong of will that it took great effort to control their minds. The explanation was perfect, she merely had to act normal on the outside and simply block Razielle's attempt to sway her mind differently. A simple feat that didn't require much effort.

"You are avoiding the question." She set the glass aside and looked up at the Princess with knowing eyes. "I know you did not lay a hand upon him. It's why it vexes me so."

[Razielle Alastor]

Covering up what would have been a frown, by taking a sip from her glass, Razielle pondered what was wrong. She had been quite adept at making people say or think things at will, she had been working quite diligently at it. Why should the Queen be the exception? Perhaps the years of diplomacy, reading between the lines of what people said and meant, not to mention the rule of a planet had given her an edge the others lacked?

Swishing her glass around a bit, Razielle continued to be evasive. Not lying, but not willing or able to set down the truth. Not even to Adraudia. "I'm sorry, must be all the spirits." She set the glass down.

"What was the question again, Majesty?"

[Adraudia Basillie]

Her lips fell into an unattractive frown, bordering on a scowl. Razielle was quite fine and her delaying tactics insulted Adraudia's intelligence.

"Never mind." The Queen turned around sharply and finished brushing out her hair. "Perhaps my eyes were mistaken. It was a mess of a situation."

[Razielle Alastor]

Well subject dropped. Only now the only problem was instead of an inquisition, her Queen was irritated. It was the least of her problems. An angry Queen was far easier than an inquisitive one. Perhaps they could still get past this without an emotional spat? The best lies were ones that contained part of the truth. Adraudia seemed to be fishing for an admition of sorts. Fine, she could have one.

Razielle lowered her head, a show of submissiveness to appease the royal ruffled feathers. "I am sorry. I really don't know what happened. I couldn't let him do it and risk you being discovered. No, it wouldn't have been all that disastrous, but I wanted to spare you the embarrassment that my scheming would have caused. I was just.. so angry. That wastrel had no business putting his hands on you.."

Tossing back the rest of her drink, Razielle grabbed the bottle, appranetly in a frazzle and in need of another.. few.

[Adraudia Basillie]

The unwitting use of the Force when powerful emotions arose was something else Callidus had spoken of and that was exactly what Razielle had just described. Yet, that didn't quite describe the Princess trying to enter her mind unless it was an unconscious act of preservation. That must be it but Adraudia still wasn't fully convinced at that either. Still ...

She saw that Razielle was terribly upset at the incident and that was truly genuine. Adraudia's brisk change in behavior probably did not help either. The Princess was her friend and did save her regardless of how.

Exchanging the brush for the glass of champagne, Adraudia turned around with a more emphatic demeanor. "Never mind."

Razielle seemed uncertain.

"Truly," her voice was quite convincing that everything was fine now. "I was being horrible after what you did for me. Thank you, Razielle. If not for you I would have found myself terribly embarrassed. I should not have lost sight of that."

[Razielle Alastor]

Inwardly she blew a sigh of relief. Smiling once more, Razielle kicked her heeled dancing shoes off. The silly things were killing her! She set down her glass and paced back and forth for a moment.

"Well then! You have just been the toast of Your people. You have delivered the most successful bash Onderon has seen in many years, and you won't be woken early in the morning to deal with state issues, due to the extreme lateness of the hour."

She counted off the pluses on her fingers then smiled and rubbed her hands together. "I forsee only one option left to you, Majesty."

She leaned down and whispered in her friends ear, as if it were the most blasphemous of sins. "You should get roaring drunk with your ward and giggle yourself to sleep."

[Adraudia Basillie]

"Huh?" Adraudia eloquence vanished the moment Razielle suggested becoming drunk. She recovered quickly. "Surely you jest. I've never done such a thing, though I don't mind sharing a few drinks in celebration of a good night."

[Razielle Alastor]

She had the strangest urge to pat the Queen on the head and laugh. But the Queen wasn't just her Sovereign, she was her friend and both titles earned Razielle's respect. She would at least make the Queen feel as if she had a sporting chance.

"Exactly! We'll celebrate with good drinks and.. a game of chance perhaps? I'll name the odds, you can name the game so you will know I am not cheating! The odds; loser must have another drink, winner is granted the boon of asking one question."

The beauty part was, Razielle knew the Queen had dozens of questions. Razielle just hoped she could outdrink her friend!

"Deal...?"

[Adraudia Basillie]

Adraudia pondered the stakes. She would either become rip roaring drunk or learn some answers to questions she still felt that the Princess was avoiding. It would be worth if she could out drink Razielle...

"Oh bother," she threw her hands up in defeat, "You win." As persistent as the Queen could be and just shoo the Princess away, Adraudia didn't truly want to. Incident aside tonight, Adraudia had a wondrous time tonight and it was true that the Royal Family could sleep in late tomorrow.

"How about using the Bosca dice?" Adraudia suggested. It was a game that the Beast Riders often played off duty. Even she occasionally played with them with time permitting. It was a chance to be with her subjects in an unofficial capacity and have a little bit of sport, though the Beast Riders always let her win, even after much threatening to allow her to loose fairly! One day she would find out who kept giving her the loaded dice!

[Razielle Alastor]

"Done. Okay if Your Majesty will procure the dice, I shall go see about making us a cozy spot to play?" Covering up a laugh at the way the Queen had gone gracefully, barely a sulk, she realized her friend wanted the diversion. This should be good.

While Adraudia went in search of the dice, Razielle went to the far side of her Majesty's bed and pulled down at least half a dozen overstuffed pillows. She threw them about in a circle and draped a shimmersilk sheet over them making a cozy haven for them to sit. Next she took several bottles off a tray on the Queen's dressing table. She brought the tray, covered with a linen napkin, to cut down on noise of the dice, back and placed it in the center of the circle.

Sitting down and leaning on her elbow, she called out to Adraudia. "All set, did you find them yet..?" It was probably against some kind of protocol to holler across the room at one's Queen, but right now she felt about ten years old waiting for her friend to hurry up with their game..

[Adraudia Basillie]

Adraudia called back over her shoulder, as she was busy fumbling through her drawers. "No, not yet!"

It had been over a month since she had played with the Beast Riders and now the Queen had misplaced her dice. They weren't on top of her vanity; they weren't on top or in the drawers either. She tapped absently at her chin, trying to remember where she had placed them.

"Of course," she snapped her fingers in remembrance. "How silly of me." Adraudia had quickly thrown them by the bed stand. The General had come calling one late night and had almost caught her sneaking out to meet with her Master. She had used the dice as an excuse, wanting to relax with her soldiers and play a simple game of Bosca.

She made her way back inside the bedroom proper and smiled at the arrangement with much approval. Razielle was looking at her expectant however. "As for the dice." She opened the bedside drawer and produced a leather pouch and jiggled it. "Found them!"

The Queen climbed into bed, smooshing pillows in her wake until she had found a comfortable cross-legged position. "This is a simple game really. There are three dice. Two that are numbered, one that has pictures. If the picture of the boma comes up, you automatically lose; the seal of Onderon allows you a free pass. You don't win or lose but in a real game, you wouldn't loose any money which is good. The object is to get as close to the number eight as possible while everyone bets on the one rolling the dice. But for our purposes, whoever gets closest to eight would be the winner, unless that pesky boma shows up." She giggled, "Is that acceptable?"

[Razielle Alastor]

Accepting the dice from her friend, Razielle smirked a bit. "Oh sure, make the ward go first, I see how it's to be.."

Cupping them in her hands, Razielle gave them a little shave and whispered a small mantra of "No boma's, no boma's! Let's see a couple fours, baby!"

Laughing, she tossed the contents onto the tray and pouted to see a one, a two and a scepter. "I may be a novice, but I don't think that bodes well.."

[Adraudia Basillie]

"No that does not, your Highness!" Adraudia said as she scooped up the dice and shook them within both hands. Confidently, she threw them down. A one, six and the crown were seen.

"I do believe that makes me the winner for this round." She tapped the glass expectantly. "And I do believe I get a question answered?'

[Razielle Alastor]

"Correct. That and I have to have another drink!"

She reached over and picked up her glass, taking a sip. The Queen gave her a stern look and Razielle like a scolded child upended the glass, downing the champange. Well, at least she would be braced for her questioning. Refilling both of their glasses from the nearby bottle, she looked expectant.

"Okay, I am your for the questioning! Fire away!"

[Adraudia Basillie]

Rumor had it that Salem had after hours visits with the Princess. Adraudia had chalked it up to nonsense talk, something the maids and servants to whisper about but with tonight's display of the Force from Razielle, the Queen had to wonder. Salem had to know of the Princess' power. Perhaps he was going to train her as well? But where would that leave the Queen of Onderon?

"Is their truth to the rumors of you and Salem?" Unless their meetings were simply physical.

[Razielle Alastor]

Half truths, Raz. Keep it simple so that you can't be caught in a lie.

"Well, I didn't think you ask me that!!" She blew out a long sigh and fell back on the pillow behind her, gazing up at the ceiling.

"Yes. It's true. Mr. Ave has been in my room with me, late at night. We were even once caught by General DeSang in the hallway. I still feel the blush from that one."

Sitting up, Raziellle fidgeted with the covers, twisting them in her hands. "I wanted him the first day I saw him on Davora. He sees me. Not the pretty baby doll that my father portrayed me as, he saw behind all that. I know its completely unacceptable to feel as I do, to act as I do, but I cannot seem to help it. "