Exalted: In A Mirror Darkly
It seemed like hardly yesterday that she’d last spoken to the others. And yet, they again insisted on her presence, as they discussed the final details for their precious plan.
The Plan, the Plan, the Plan. She was bored of the Plan. She longed for her home, her chamber, her servants. It was uncomfortable here, hot and dry. And her host was annoying and brutish. They were all looking at her. One of them had asked her a question. She pretended to have not heard it. She’d said all she needed to at the outset. The Plan was set, and would proceed exactly as she expected. If the others overestimated the resistance the Plan faced, or did not share her supreme gift of foresight, well, that was hardly her fault. And she didn’t feel the need to enlighten them of their misconceptions.
They were still looking, waiting for an answer. She arched her back and shrugged, coquettishly. They turned away from her, contemptibly, and continued attempting to threaten, convince, or bribe the others, perpetuating the eternal stalemate between them. None could rule while the others stood to block them. Her host had tried, and paid for his hubris. Indeed, he payed even now, banished to this place beneath the hot sands.
They all thought she was a fool. And empty headed trollop, who took far too much pleasure in… well, everything. They looked down on her for what they saw as worldly attachments.
But, let them think what they wanted. The less they thought of her, the less attention they paid. And she knew things they didn’t.
After this meeting was done, after the Plan had played itself out, she would return to her home, and wait for the Fourteenth.
And then, she would end the stalemate.