Ewelina - We... are sisters. Perhaps too dissimilar in nature; consider us two-sides of the coin. However, I do love her with all my heart. Do you happen to have any siblings, Mssr. Damit?
**The pair were indeed fast approaching the northern most exit of the city, and Ewelina had in fact reduced her walking speed in relation to Damit. The young artificer looked in his direction with a quizzical eye.**
Ewelina - I must say, Mssr. Damit, you are quite the curious fellow.
**Damit had little time to catch up to Ewelina. The young noblewoman was determination personified. It looked as if she were headed for the gates of Sylvan without any indication of stopping. The City of Night was abuzz with activity, more than usual. The sounds of revelry and enjoyment filled the air, it seemed many were still enjoying the advent of Spring, and all that it entailed. The true night was awash with a warm cool air, and the stars above twinkled with just a hint of mischief. Finally, Ewelina heard Damit's hurried footsteps trying to catch her, and she deliberately slowed her pace for him.**
**Ignoring the other two for the moment, Aster quite casually walks over to the disturbed alcove and carefully looks to see if she can discover any further clues there.**
**Sefirat silenced Mia with an elegant wave of her hand and the sternest of looks.**
Sefirat - My aunt is right, and we have little time to waste. Barring Camillia, I don't see anyone else joining us at this point; So, we go with what's at hand, and Mèrene's Blessing be upon us. Before we do leave, if anyone of you have any questions, now is the time to voice them. Cassandra, if you'd like to add anything further, feel free but let's make it quick.
Minuet Villalobos-Alemante A young noblewoman of a certain naivete, pale green eyes and ringleted tresses of deep burgundy, a kurrian fairness and complexion. Last known to be dressed in an evening gown.
Wanted alive, delivered to the House of Lords. She has believed to have been absconded by a rogue vampire, last known whereabouts saw them leave Sylvan's city limits by carriage towards the Great Road.
Last known location (Minuet): The Gates of Horn and Ivory
Possible locations (Kidnappers): See above.
**As Damit was reading the information, a rather ravishing, dark young woman approached his location, only to rip the paper from his out-stretched hand.**
Ewelina - de Hamza! Who is this? Are you leaving the retrieval of my sister to the likes of just him? This is the last time you deflect me ser, I will see my sister home safely, if it is the last thing I do.
**Camillia apparently thought very little of Cassandra's repartee, because she had turned an abrupt shoulder to her, and began to address Sefirat and Gaebrielle.**
Camillia - Tanté, cousin, I came here tonight with news that I think is pertinent for both of you, and this party. My lord wishes me to convey his support, and that you need to know he is not behind this opening gambit. He believes that it is my mother. Her wishes... are to obtain the powers of the Flame Alchemist. Collaterally, you know what that would mean... she would awaken The Mountain Prince, with little regard for the rest of us or the aftermath and consequences.
**After Camillia had presented her reasons for being present, Gaebrielle motioned for Sefirat to remain quiet, as her niece was about to erupt in a fit of anger toward Mia, which considering the prospect of that fight, was very fortunate for all present. The Countess thought quietly to herself for a very brief moment, before she, calmly nodding, addressed everyone gathered before her.**
Gaebrielle - Very well, Mia. Thank you for your intel. Sefirat, we'll talk later. As for this emergency, we must act immediately. Fira, I trust your judgement wholeheartedly, and if it is your wish to place Lady de Montferrat as lead on this quest, then I support it. Lady Cassandra, this is a vampire matter, but it is also a human one. You have our full support. Riesig, Adskhan you both are welcome additions, don't disappoint Cassandra. Mia, I don't care if my cousin is your patriarch or not, if you harm anyone on this endeavor, I will drain you dry, my dear. Well, I think that about covers it. Louisa and Bianca will meet you there, Fira. Good hunting, all. I must away, adieu!
**With that farewell, the Countess faded from the room as quickly as she appeared.**
**The look Gaebrielle addressed Cassandra with was nothing short of immense, and the gaze of an elder vampire was harrowing, no matter their wishes.**
Gaebrielle - That, my lovely dear, is simply not possible. The Embers are all under lock and key, the ones we possess anyway. What makes you think anyone is close to claiming them? Expecting such a thing were a reality.
Sef - I'm afraid Valerian's volume has gone missing, mamàn...
**Sefirat seemed to be dreading something dire, though none of the group could possibly fathom what it could be.**
Sef - Better sooner, than later I suppose. At this rate the trail must be growing incrementally colder.
**With that, the greater lady stood and retrieved a silver urn from the mantle of the fire. The urn had strange hieroglyphs twined about its top, their shadows danced across the room eerily, the fire was drawn to the strangeness of the urn. Sefirat took out a handful of golden grained dust from within and cast it into the fire's burning depths.**
Sef - May I introduce her grace, and my aunt, the Countess le Ancien.
**The room was suddenly filled with an immeasurable presence, each of those there were filled with a renewing sense of ease, a sense that everything was exactly as it was meant to be. Suddenly, there was a new person standing before them: She was a towering woman of Great Elegance, her dress was silver-air, it shimmered to the ground in glittering wisps of pale-light. Her features were soft, and pleasant, they held a tremendous age about them, but the lady didn't seem a day past her teens. She wasn't merely beautiful, she defined the word beauty. She faced the group with ancient-looking eyes of deep amber, and there was a faintness to her physicality, as if she wasn't fully there in body, but possibly spirit? The group could only guess. The Countess smiled warmly at them.
Gaebrielle - Why, hello there Fira. I seem to remember having left you in charge, but what pray tell requires my immediate attention?.
Ewelina - I must say, Mssr. Damit, you are quite the curious fellow.
**Astera shrugged, walking carefully in a path that led to the upturned trough, she inspected the area, flipping the feeder right again.**
**And without further ceremony Ewelina stormed from the chambers expecting Damit to follow in tow.**
**Sefirat silenced Mia with an elegant wave of her hand and the sternest of looks.**
Sefirat - My aunt is right, and we have little time to waste. Barring Camillia, I don't see anyone else joining us at this point; So, we go with what's at hand, and Mèrene's Blessing be upon us. Before we do leave, if anyone of you have any questions, now is the time to voice them. Cassandra, if you'd like to add anything further, feel free but let's make it quick.
A young noblewoman of a certain naivete, pale green eyes and ringleted tresses of deep burgundy, a kurrian fairness and complexion. Last known to be dressed in an evening gown.
Wanted alive, delivered to the House of Lords. She has believed to have been absconded by a rogue vampire, last known whereabouts saw them leave Sylvan's city limits by carriage towards the Great Road.
Last known location (Minuet): The Gates of Horn and Ivory
Possible locations (Kidnappers): See above.
**As Damit was reading the information, a rather ravishing, dark young woman approached his location, only to rip the paper from his out-stretched hand.**
Ewelina - de Hamza! Who is this? Are you leaving the retrieval of my sister to the likes of just him? This is the last time you deflect me ser, I will see my sister home safely, if it is the last thing I do.
Camillia - Tanté, cousin, I came here tonight with news that I think is pertinent for both of you, and this party. My lord wishes me to convey his support, and that you need to know he is not behind this opening gambit. He believes that it is my mother. Her wishes... are to obtain the powers of the Flame Alchemist. Collaterally, you know what that would mean... she would awaken The Mountain Prince, with little regard for the rest of us or the aftermath and consequences.
**After Camillia had presented her reasons for being present, Gaebrielle motioned for Sefirat to remain quiet, as her niece was about to erupt in a fit of anger toward Mia, which considering the prospect of that fight, was very fortunate for all present. The Countess thought quietly to herself for a very brief moment, before she, calmly nodding, addressed everyone gathered before her.**
Gaebrielle - Very well, Mia. Thank you for your intel. Sefirat, we'll talk later. As for this emergency, we must act immediately. Fira, I trust your judgement wholeheartedly, and if it is your wish to place Lady de Montferrat as lead on this quest, then I support it. Lady Cassandra, this is a vampire matter, but it is also a human one. You have our full support. Riesig, Adskhan you both are welcome additions, don't disappoint Cassandra. Mia, I don't care if my cousin is your patriarch or not, if you harm anyone on this endeavor, I will drain you dry, my dear. Well, I think that about covers it. Louisa and Bianca will meet you there, Fira. Good hunting, all. I must away, adieu!
**With that farewell, the Countess faded from the room as quickly as she appeared.**
*Tanté=meaning 'aunt' in Sylvan.
Camillia - You mistake me, madame. It's not your lack of life experience that disgusts me. But your weak, fragile shell.
**Without much warning, a very red and very fine young woman joined them. She looked at Sandra with pure disdain.**
Gaebrielle - That, my lovely dear, is simply not possible. The Embers are all under lock and key, the ones we possess anyway. What makes you think anyone is close to claiming them? Expecting such a thing were a reality.
Sef - I'm afraid Valerian's volume has gone missing, mamàn...
*mamàn: Sylvan for mother.
**Aster walked to the nearest exit, and stopped there, looking and turning back to face the mirror and the stable interior.**
Sef - Better sooner, than later I suppose. At this rate the trail must be growing incrementally colder.
**With that, the greater lady stood and retrieved a silver urn from the mantle of the fire. The urn had strange hieroglyphs twined about its top, their shadows danced across the room eerily, the fire was drawn to the strangeness of the urn. Sefirat took out a handful of golden grained dust from within and cast it into the fire's burning depths.**
Sef - May I introduce her grace, and my aunt, the Countess le Ancien.
**The room was suddenly filled with an immeasurable presence, each of those there were filled with a renewing sense of ease, a sense that everything was exactly as it was meant to be. Suddenly, there was a new person standing before them: She was a towering woman of Great Elegance, her dress was silver-air, it shimmered to the ground in glittering wisps of pale-light. Her features were soft, and pleasant, they held a tremendous age about them, but the lady didn't seem a day past her teens. She wasn't merely beautiful, she defined the word beauty. She faced the group with ancient-looking eyes of deep amber, and there was a faintness to her physicality, as if she wasn't fully there in body, but possibly spirit? The group could only guess. The Countess smiled warmly at them.
Gaebrielle - Why, hello there Fira. I seem to remember having left you in charge, but what pray tell requires my immediate attention?.