Elysium was still. Elysium was quiet. The empty room with nothing to distract made it easy for one to get lost in thought. Clara descended into the underground sanctuary beneath the Nox wearing a black dress with a beige pointed collar and matching cuffs. Ankle-length socks tucket into pale pink platform shows. The stem of a monkshood flower was fixed to a sleeve. It was a poisonous flower poets claim Medea used to poison Theseus. It also symbolized chivalry and just happened to be a pretty flower. A necklace reminiscent of Daeva Roses hung around her neck. The Daeva Whip briefly made a show at coat check to show she was unarmed. Only a rolled newspaper was under one arm. She even made a show of opening it to show it to be a loose collection of paper, not an insidious means of hiding a weapon.
Then her slow, sure gait brought her through Elysium. She ended up seated on a couch just by the Harpy's office reading the Sacramento Bee newspaper. She flipped through it with a disinterested look on her face and occasionally stopped to read. She was on the early side of the time to meet she'd set aside for the Harpy. The possibility of the woman not meeting Clara and side-stepping her entirely was a musing the Bacchante was mulling over. She was lazily thinking out the mechanics of appropriate responses to an insult that hadn't occurred.
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