As the light of the orb began to dim, Madam Yotsura's gaze lingered on the windows. Was it time for her to return to the castle, or was it too early? She found the situation difficult to assess. Perhaps she could still do something productive in this place, or perhaps she was simply wasting her time.
She smoothed her long, pitch black dress, making sure to fix its puffy shoulders.
"You seem rather lost in thought." Lord Doirioth commented.
Her lips curled up with a smile. "There is not much to listen to," She waved her hand towards the chaotic discussions taking place in between the Council members. "My thoughts are more interesting than whatever disgrace this is."
