A Stern Talking To {Nae / Ai}

[Rosaline Blackthorne]

"Now what do you think you're doing?"

The three boogies, a small, medium, and fat one turned, thinking that they had broken some rule. An obscurity that even Naelona may have over looked. But... who would know them so clearly? Jumping, they saw... a dark woman? Laughing to themselves, they turned away again, looking back at their bet. "Excuse me," Rosaline said louder this time, the boogies turning around again, only looking annoyed. This little lady was gonna get on their nerves... "You aren't betting humans, per chance, are you?" Looking at one another, confused, they turned back. The medium one spoke up for the group. "Er... yeah. Why?"

The three would be in for quite the lecture...

Two and a half hours later, with no end in sight, the three looked on the verge of slumber. "...so get your lazy ass's up and get your own meals for once! You don't need a human for every damn job! Leave some for the other boogies!" The small one rubbed his temples, deciding he was done with this. "Look, you little brat, you don't tell us what to..."

Slap!

"It's very rude to interrupt a lady!" The other two, stunned, watch the smaller one grow angry quickly. "Why you...!"

Whump!

A fist connected with the jaw that time, a pissed looking Rosaline glaring down at the boogie. "Now... where was I?" She asked, looking to the other standing boogies. "Ah, yes... You only need..." The talk started up again, but only lasted a half hour, as most of it was done before the knock out. "So... I want you to go release what you humans you don't absolutely need. Is this understood?" Her piercing amber eyes had frightened the other two. Why? They reminded them of Tristan Blackthorne, a boogie to be reckoned with. And her knock out blow only supplemented the similarities. They nodded dumbly, leaving their little ring of dice, dragging their friend. Huffing, she folded her arms. "Why can't they figure it out on their own without my help?" Rosaline said, glaring at their backs as they left.

[Naelona Ezel]

And the three women, naturally, went to complain to the one boogie who always sought to set things strait, make things right, and ensured that things ran as they ought to regardless the circumstances both accidental and contrived. Some twenty minutes later the normally monochromatic boogie - clothed in some golden browns today - was strolling her way down the the study in search of this 'crazed woman' they had ranted about.

Crazed woman indeed.

Walking into the room, top skirts tied back to reveal the soft colored ones beneath that draped to the floor. The soft rattling of knuckle bones sounded from her hand as she surveyed the room. Vacant. How peculiar. "Well, well, where is everyone this afternoon?" Naelona mused quietly to herself, walking in. There was only one other woman there, presumably the one the other ladies had been complaining about.

"Are you a troublesome woman, Madam?" The boogie asked with an air that spoke of exactly where Naelona viewed herself - almost as an elder to this obvious young one. "Three women came to me, most discontent at some young upstart who disrupted their game.." She rattled the die once again within her palm. "Don't tell you aren't a betting woman yourself, aren't you?" Naelona asked with an air usually cultivated by though thrice her age and double her influence. A social intonation that, the girl wouldn't dare, for the being of her, pass of such a well-loved social pleasantry?

"Come, cast a few with me.." She called, approaching a table. Nothing too high stakes of course. It wouldn't do to embarrass a youth over their still meager possessions. Just enough to gauge her character, and not much else.

[Rosaline Blackthorne]

Turning, her striking yellow eyes sized up the woman in a glance. Paired along with her manner of speak, she easily inferred that she was somehow important... Or at least believed so. "I am not troublesome," She said simply, a smile growing on her lips. She wasn't going to be a smart alec... yet. This woman had done nothing than spread her beliefs to others... forcefully. But, that was besides the point. "I was just having a talk, is all..." She didn't mention the slap or punch. Eying Naelona, she shrugged, joining her at the table. "I don't play much. I'm content with what I have at the moment." The girl hid a smile at this, the meaning running deeper than this other woman could ever understand.

"What are the wagers?" She asked, placing her hands on the table and leaning on them, tilting her head as she watched Nae. In all reality, she had very few possessions, most of which she wouldn't be willing to trade. "I may not be able to compete with you if it's too rich for my blood. I've yet to get settled in the Palace. I'm new here; I moved in last week." The amber eyes flashed as she grinned. "But I'm sure I can come up with something worth your while." It was not sexual in the least, you perverts! Rosaline just thought this challenge would be worth the cost. If not? Well... She didn't need the few coins she had taken from her parents anyways... Seemed that humans, though they be extra, could provide services for her until she got her own slave. And with that though, she wondered if this woman would be betting for humans as well. Turning her head to the side only slightly, her left eye scanned Naelona closer. "This isn't a game for humans, is it? I don't think either of us want a repeat of my last lesson."