Cui Bono?
The entirety of the opera house sat empty, but for one, slightly built figure. Mauve openly known as an art dealer who had come into some wealth, but in more private circles known as a Syndicate Vigo of whispers and rumors - a broker of information, awaited the arrival of the Empress. Not for nothing, but Mauve had already consumed an entire bottle of wine. There were three more on hand.
It would be a lie to say she was not nervous. Perhaps even terrified.
An audience with an empress was not easily obtained by a Sith, much less an outsider such as Mauve. But Mauve had built up her connections and they had snowballed over time, as these things do.
Through her connections, Mauve managed to obtain a private premiere showing of the Ithorian opera - The Wilderness of I. Who else to invite but the Empress Srina Talon, rumored to share a taste for song and art.
So, Mauve sat there, sipping her wine in her finest scarlet dress, trying to control the skipping beat of her heart, awaiting a Sith Lord. Not her first encounter with one, truth be told, but even so… The Zeltron tucked a curl of wine-dark hair behind her ear and fiddled with a gold earring.
Upon the stage, the Ithorian vocalists began their warm up routine and a long basso hum filled the air with a vibration, like a very deep bell.
Srina Talon
It would be a lie to say she was not nervous. Perhaps even terrified.
An audience with an empress was not easily obtained by a Sith, much less an outsider such as Mauve. But Mauve had built up her connections and they had snowballed over time, as these things do.
Through her connections, Mauve managed to obtain a private premiere showing of the Ithorian opera - The Wilderness of I. Who else to invite but the Empress Srina Talon, rumored to share a taste for song and art.
So, Mauve sat there, sipping her wine in her finest scarlet dress, trying to control the skipping beat of her heart, awaiting a Sith Lord. Not her first encounter with one, truth be told, but even so… The Zeltron tucked a curl of wine-dark hair behind her ear and fiddled with a gold earring.
Upon the stage, the Ithorian vocalists began their warm up routine and a long basso hum filled the air with a vibration, like a very deep bell.
Srina Talon