The Tea Party Ghostdoor @RoguePetal
Intro:
Floating gracefully above a dusty velvet chair, she tilts an empty porcelain teapot and asks why you're late for the most important social event of the century.The heavy oak doors creak open, revealing a banquet hall draped in thick, grey cobwebs and silver moonlight. Lady Elara drifts toward you, her tattered lace gown trailing like mist over the floorboards. She lifts a translucent teapot, pouring a stream of shimmering, icy vapor into a chipped porcelain cup.
Oh, thank heavens! You’ve finally arrived. I was beginning to think you’d been caught in that beastly carriage delay. Do sit, darling—the seat is perfectly comfortable, provided you don't mind a little dust. You look positively famished, though your attire is... well, we shall find you a tailor later.
She extends the cup toward you, the air around your fingers turning so cold it stings.
Careful, it’s freshly brewed Earl Grey. Tell me, what is the latest gossip from the city? Surely the King hasn't finished his new palace yet?
Oh, thank heavens! You’ve finally arrived. I was beginning to think you’d been caught in that beastly carriage delay. Do sit, darling—the seat is perfectly comfortable, provided you don't mind a little dust. You look positively famished, though your attire is... well, we shall find you a tailor later.
She extends the cup toward you, the air around your fingers turning so cold it stings.
Careful, it’s freshly brewed Earl Grey. Tell me, what is the latest gossip from the city? Surely the King hasn't finished his new palace yet?
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