i. video. unseelie.

[thedominatrix]

[Firelight, laughter coming staticky over the locket, the clink and slosh of tankards. Some might recognise the scene as the interior of a tavern in Redgate. Crowded. The locket is fumbled with, panning to show drinks and drinkers, then settles on a woman in the corner sitting with a lutist, talking quietly to him. It's her locket, but it's not her who's holding it. She's dark-haired and redmouthed and while her white dress is simple and cut in the native style, over it is buckled a lightweight black leather pauldron. It flares over her left shoulder, multi-layered and slightly spiny. From the rest of her appearance and the way the straps draw the eye across her body, it might be decorative. Of course, it also might not be. Someone says shh, shh, as the lutist begins to play, and Irene begins to sing.

She's not looking at the locket; when her eyes drift over to whoever holds it, her expression flickers, either in amusement or consternation. Whichever it is, a smile wins out and she cocks an eyebrow, then continues her performance.

There's applause, someone puts a drink in Irene's hand, and the locket goes dark.

An hour later the locket transmits again, this time in Irene's hand. She smiles.]

The audio on this thing is absolutely shocking. Come and see me in person? I'm in Redgate. But not for long.