Slippery Shadows

I R I S She retracted her fingers at the deity's strange chuckle but a small smile tugged at her lips in silent response. Still, it was Ludo's agreement that made her heart flutter. The possibilities opening up before her that swarmed her mind. Some, more the result of her inebriation than others. Ludo certainly didn't sit still for long, and it seemed to enjoy assaulting others' personal space from odd angles. Or, it imply derived pleasure from their discomfort. Eye to eye with the faceless herald, Iris didn't flinch (well, she only flinched once), staring straight into the porcelain surface. She imagined it would be easier if she drew eyes on it. Maybe then the stare-down wouldn't make her eyes water. These thoughts fluttering through her head didn't indicate a lack of focus. She listened to Ludo's demands intently, and her gratefulness mixed with reverence and respect. Not that these feelings could stifle a healthy sense of humor. "I will bring what you ask, herald. And I thank you for your generosity." She said with a small, quick curtsy, popping back up to level with the mask and the rags flapping somewhat menacingly around it.