Acacea wanders out of the cardroom and, thwarted in her attempt to weasel free drinks out of Yastin, checks the latest postings... she scans over them until she sees the one for the women, and stares for a moment before bursting into laughter at the horrifying image of ALL of the women she knows, in the courthouse, doing what she's been seeing them do all over the place lately, only 'with purpose.' Still giggling quietly to herself, she digs in her pack for a stick of charcoal, hoping she didn't use them all to drive people insane with Darkness spells, and finally pulls one out from a pocket and scrawls at the bottom: "There aren't enough drinks in the world to relegate that party to the level of sobriety it deserves!"
She grins at Doria on the way out, clearly holding back a lot of laughter while saying,
"Heee! Uniting the gods with our random face attacks of the enlightened sisterhood! A new form of prayer!" Doria just gives her an odd look, but Acacea salutes her on the way out the door, anyway...
