Sahvrea pushed the door shut then made her way down the steps. The common room below was now completely empty though the doors to the outside had been left open. That was where the source of the sound, the raucous, and ultimately her fun would be. She felt the familiar tingle of anticipation. The fun part about a bunch of bards getting together is that everyone tried to be a little more creative. Regular audiences meant they didn't have to try as hard. But performing for others that, well, did the same thing meant you had to do better than normal. They knew what to expect. So one had to be surprising. Made these get togethers challenging... a learning experience... and terribly fun.
*****
Sahvrea made her way up the stairs, leaning on Ormonde. She had no way of knowing who won what, what real competition had occurred, or who all was staying. The place was booked, Sahvrea offered them the rooms, all if which they could split up how they saw fit. Her end was held up, so was theirs. The fact that a lot more had joined in, whether they were practicing bards or those with some of the matching hobbies didn't matter. The evening had been about fun, about learning. And it had been a rather successful one. Siorus had split off with some female dancer and had disappeared a little earlier. Ormonde, as Sahvrea's babysitter, had remained at the party. If he felt upset for having missed out, it didn't show in the way he joked as he helped her up the stairs. It wasn't that she was drunk, but rather terribly giddy and worn out. A couple hours rest, until the sun cleared the horizon, would do her wonders. Sahvrea kissed his cheek, waved him off, then opened the door to her room. It was dark inside, thankfully, since Ormonde would not have responded well to a random stranger being in her room. Admittedly Sahvrea had forgotten during the night that he was even there. Only after she'd stepped inside with the door closed did she really remember. Smiling a little, Sahvrea kicked off her boots, shimmied out of her skirt, then unlaced her top enough to pull it off. Beneath was a very thin stretch of fabric she wore to keep the corset from rubbing. That and it was a lot more comfortable. The sheer black fabric only covered her chest and was as strapless as her top.
With the door shut, the room was very dark. Thankfully, that wasn't a problem for a drow. She edged over to the bed, yawned, before crawling an it and squirming beneath the blanket. It didn't bother her the slightest that he was there. It wasn't the first time she'd gotten in bed with someone she didn't know. Granted, the people she usually slept with -in the nonsexual way- tended to be bards. Sahvrea closed her eyes and was out rather quickly.
