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You may say that I'm a dreamer; .x Coven Members
Topic Started: Aug 17 2007, 05:06 PM (418 Views)
Raina Troy
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Black Widow Priestess :: High Priestess of Hayll :: First Circle
Summer Sky - Green
Her brother had been gathering strong black widows to join the coven for a while now. He had called and groomed them and told them to wait until the time was right to reveal themselves. That time was now. She had sent out the message for them to gather here a few weeks ago. It was urgent that they met, so it would give them enough time to get their lives in order before they came. It was a life long commitment, or at least she hoped that it would for most. Here they would be safe from the harsh world outside. Here they would be peers, no matter what background they came from, or what they did before hand. So tonight was a night of celebration. A celebration of being a woman and a widow…. She just hoped that her brother didn’t feel too out of place.

The Widow’s Den was ready a few hours before the time for the meeting. It was a massive place big enough to house hunderds of people and still not be cramped. It was a place that was hidden among the wild of Hayll; a massive castle, one that could come out of the storybooks. It was hidden by very powerful spells so that it would avoid detection from those the Coven members didn’t want here. It was a home away from home, one Raina and her brother worked hard to put together.

Making one last check, Raina made sure all the refreshments were ready to go. She wanted everything perfect before her sisters arrived. She gave a few last instructions to the men and woman that would now serve the coven, and found a seat to wait for her sisters to arrive.
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Altair
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Warlord Prince :: Guardian of Raina Troy
Purple Dusk - Sapphire
The huge cat occupied a pillow by the door, having dragged it there like a large misshapen deer after he'd found it so that he wouldn't have to lie on the cold stone. He'd insisted on coming to this meeting, refusing to let Raina travel by herself with an escort - meaning himself. It was out of the question. He wouldn't allow it. It was his job to protect her. He wore the Sapphire, and she had saved him from an uncertain future. It was the least he could do for her, while still having the freedom to be a fussy male like any other. He'd grown quite accustomed to it actually.

To make up for being so stubborn, he'd tried to help her ready the room as best as a cat knew how. However, he found that he was underfoot more often than not, so had gone exploring and now here he was again. He watched people flutter about, his head resting on his huge white paws. Any minute now, the Widows would begin filtering through the door to take their spots.

Yes, there were voices now, coming from down the hall. A moment later, two young women entered, wearing long black gowns - Widow's weeds. Both wore their hair down so that it spilled over their shoulders. The blond, sensing the darker power of his Sapphire near the floor, turned ever so slightly and started. He gave her a feline grin, but paid her no mind. He was used to that sort of reaction. Of course, there was something about her that said she had seen kindred before - and not just that golden, prissy stallion that had been bought at the same time as he. No...that's what it was. She'd just pushed her hair back behind a pair of delicately pointed ears. Dea Al Mon. That explained that. He watched as they moved towards where Raina waited.
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Kallisto Alluminati
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Black Widow :: Coven Member :: Hayll
Green - Gray
She was awed by the sight of the castle as it appeared to she and Amaranth through the protective veils. They'd dropped from the Winds a short ways back so that they could get a good view of the place. As they got inside the building, she began fussing with her gown, making sure it hung right and smoothing out any wrinkles that may have been in it. It was a much more elegant outfit than she was used to, and though she had purchased it quite a while ago, she had never worn it before. She supposed she'd been waiting for the right occasion.

When they'd gotten the message of their first meeting from Raina a few weeks before, she'd wasted no time in dragging Amaranth out to buy her a gown as well. Hers was not silk as her own was, but it was still very much an elegant dress. It had a v-necked neckline that plunged down just below her breasts and rested just on the slopes of her shoulders. The sleeves were tapered and came to a point that rested just over the joints of her middle fingers. At the moment, she was holding the small train off the ground as well. Personally, she thought it was an excellent choice, but whenever she brought up the subject, Amaranth snarled at her.

Her own dress was also held off the floor slightly with one hand. It was an off-the-shoulder gown, but there was a shrug-sort of weave over her shoulders and down her arms that barely concealed the skin, but gave an illusion to coverage. Both girls wore their Jewels in simple pendants around their necks.

They finally came upon the meeting room, and grabbing her companion by the wrist, she tugged her inside. She sensed the Sapphire before she realized it was male and not human, and it was only when she felt Amaranth's lagging pause against her hand that she turned her head to look at who or what was causing the distraction.

There was an enormous cat-thing baring his fangs at them. This caused her to let go of Amaranths' wrist and dance backwards, away from the animal. She'd been too startled to scream. What was that?!

Seeing Amaranth give the animal a slight bow and continue towards Raina, she calmed down enough to shakily follow suit. If they were fine with it, the cat must be safe enough to have around.
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Devahn Sai'Larine
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Black Widow
Sapphire - Ebon Gray
Devahn had rode the winds pretty hard and they had arrived at the spot Damian had indicated quickly. It was a landing that was little used in one the beautiful natural settings in hayll. If someone’s first experience of hayll was this tree lined walk, they would never believe they were in a territory infamous for it’s large, corrupt, licentious, and industrial cities. Here it was quiet, the sun filtering lazily through brilliant green leaves of the many trees. The light shimmered on the path, the trees. Devahn recognized the effect of webs that parted to allow her and Circe to proceed to the widow’s den.

It was a short walk until they turned a corner in the lawn- covered path, getting their first sight of the storybook castle. Devahn paused and inhaled sharply at the beauty of the castle in this setting. It was like something out of her father’s books, fairytales others had called the stories. She smiled her delight to Circe and proceeded to the door and entered.

Just past the entrance she felt a pull on her sapphire, and a strange presence. Looking in its direction she saw a great white cat, lounging on a pillow and watching everyone that entered. Devahn stared overly long, one word repeating in her mind as she caught the glint of a sapphire hidden in its thick white fur. Kindred. She had finally encountered kindred, another fairytale form her father’s books. With a nod to the great cat she preceded further inside. The two black widows she had seen at the ball with Damian were there, and a slight blush of embarrassment flushed her cheek. Did they know of her botched assassination attempt? Devahn didn’t have time to introduce herself properly to the two at the ball for Damian had escorted her from the premises before she had the chance. Devahn smiled and nodded a cautious hello to them.

Next was Raina. Devahn recognized her from the description Damian had given. She had to present herself to Raina, but more importantly she wanted to see if it was alright that she had brought Circe. She saw Raina approach her as she entered in the traditional greeting. Devahn responded with her palms up recognizing Raina as the authority in the widow’s den.

“Greetings sister. Damian has graciously allowed for me to meet you and join your coven in hayll.” She dropped her eyes a bit. “I hope i am not too forward in bringing my friend Circe, she is a black widow as well, but also a priestess. It is a intriguing combination of castes that I think will serve your coven well if you choose to accept her. And Damian had seemed open to the recruitment of black widows.”

Devahn had wanted to wear the widow’s reeds she had at the ball, but since Circe did not have any yet she was still in her traveling clothes. On the plus side they were much more comfortable. She also wore her sapphire openly in a beautiful, ornate, necklace setting, not hidden on a waist chain. Another simpler necklace held an hourglass pendant with the gold dust kept in the top half indicating she was an apprentice. She had woven some powerful webs in the past, but it was outside the accepted training for black widows, and you couldn’t wear the journeymaid pendant, half of the dust in both halves of the pendant until you had trained some with the tangled webs of visions and dreams. Devahn was not foolish enough to try those with the proper supervision. Finally her black nails always hidden by glamours were plain to see. Devahn was very serious about her place in the coven and wanted her time there to be free of all the games she had grown used to over the many years.
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Damian Troy
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Black Widow Warlord Prince :: Ruler of Hayll
Green - Red
Damian Troy was running late; that hadn’t happened in decades. He would have been amused if the reason had been a lighter toned one. Rhaevin Everard, a light jeweled Healer Queen had disappeared a little over a week ago. It irked Damian, she was under his protection, and she was his love interest. He didn’t think she wandered off on her own and a letter he had received only confirmed his fears. She had been kidnapped. He wasn’t sure by who; he had enemies everywhere. He hoped his sister would have an idea. He would have to ask her later, he mused as he stepped into the room. He paused at the doorway, his golden eyes sharp as he noted who was here.

He greeted his sister first after Devahn greeted Raina. He pulled her into a hug, resting his chin on her forehead. He stood there for a moment, his warlord prince nature relaxing some. He leaned back and kissed her forehead. “Sister,” he greeted, “forgive me, I seem to her late.” He stepped back after he gave her a light squeeze. He bent down near Altair; it was a struggle to hold but his instincts in the presence of another warlord prince. He knew the feline’s position in his sister’s life. He was glad she had an escort. *Prince, has my sister been behaving?* He asked, taking care to guard the comment for the ladies.

He slowly stood and greeted Amaranth with a light smile and a look over. He couldn’t help it; he was male and one that joined being around beautiful women. He called in a dark colored rose, it looked gray which for most people was a rare color. He handed it to her, “it bloomed earlier today. I do believed that was bush was one you helped me with a few days ago.” His golden eyes twinkled.

He moved to Kallisto next. He raised an eyebrow when he noticed the Gray jewel around her neck. He gave a cocky grin but his eyes held a new respect for the black widow. He hadn’t seen her since her Offering, he was happy for her. She was now the darkest jewel in the Coven. He called in a box of sweets, ones he knew she liked. “I figured you would enjoy these,” he said with a wink.

As he turned to Devahn and Circe he turned more formal. He didn’t know Devahn’s friend so he started with Devahn. He took her hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed it, his eyes locked with hers. He straightened but didn’t release her hand. “Lady Sai'Larine” he began her surname rolled off his tongue. “I am pleased to see you again.” He held her eyes and hand for a moment longer before looking to Circe. “Welcome Lady to Hayll’s Coven.” He repeated the same hand-kiss movement that he had with Devahn only he didn’t hold her hand as long.
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Circe Vivaldi
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Black Widow Priestess
Summer Sky - Green
The travel to the widow’s den was long and ultimately Circe felt a little overwhelmed by the trip. She was following Devahn without truly knowing where they were going, and it struck Circe in that moment that she trusted Devahn with her life. It was a very odd feeling, but a pleasant one as well. She wondered if Devahn felt the same, but in the same thought realized that Devahn was much more capable at handling herself and protecting the ones that she loved more easily than Circe ever could. The thought was saddening, but motivating as well. Motivation was what she needed at this point as they stepped through the final protection webs and into the heart of the widow’s den.

She saw the great white cat first and wondered in awe how a tiger could become that large? It was intimidating, which was most likely what it was intended to be, and made Circe wonder what it ate. Did it like human flesh? She felt goose bumps rise on her arms as she followed Devahn a little closer. She must seem like a child riding on the petticoats of her mother to the rest, but Circe was not used to such creatures and images of being eaten filled her mind.

The Darkness seemed to pool in this place as though there were a small divot in its great flow where it would eddy for a moment before moving on, but in this one place there was a sense of clarity and purpose. It was a pleasant feeling that made Circe feel more in tune with the world and the Darkness as a whole, and she wanted to reach into her pocket and pull out her cards in order to receive the messages that the Darkness whispered in her ear like a buzzing insect.

After she was able to satisfactorily put the whispers of the Darkness to the back of her mind and once again listen to what was at hand, Circe was apprehensive of being introduced to the others who had gathered. Clearly, if they were members of the Hayll Coven of Black Widows they must be very accomplished indeed, and not able to just make glamour webs and not even as extensive as Devahn’s webs. She felt horribly incompetent in the presence of these powerful Black Widows but wasn’t able to say anything to Devahn before Damian Troy entered.

She watched with wide eyes as the obviously powerful man made his way among the women. He was clearly affection with Raina, who after a moment longer, Circe realized was his sister. He greeted the others in a similarly affectionate style, but none as openly loving as his sister. When he reached Devahn he lingered a little longer than he should and Circe’s lips twitched into a smirk. She would have some questions for Devahn later. When he finally addressed her Circe was nervously silent and couldn’t seem to untangle her tongue to speak.

“Welcome Lady to Hayll’s Coven.”

She stammered a quiet thank you before withdrawing her hand and hiding it behind her. She desperately wanted to take a step closer to Devahn, but ignored that persistent nagging feeling in order to appear as though she were as strong and deserved a place in the coven.
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Devahn Sai'Larine
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Black Widow
Sapphire - Ebon Gray
Devahn was a little nervous waiting for the meeting to be called. A few quick glances showed that Circe was as well. It had been many many years since Devahn had felt so nervous, but in all that time she had been surviving, now she was chasing a dream. How had it happened? The question kept repeating in her mind. Her life had been trudging along for centuries with only the stage offering any real fulfillment and now in the span of a few weeks it had completely changed. Three dreams had been her curse until recently, a curse because she had been certain to achieve none of them and the resulting bitterness had colored all she did.

The first was to fall in love. She would repeat her father’s words from time to time ‘blood to blood, jewel to jewel, man to woman’ and it would wound her. The second was to fulfill her mother’s desire that she take a position of import in a court or coven; her certainty that this would never be in her future had ensured that all memories of her mother were associating with a grating, disapproving voice chiding her on a daily basis. The third was for a world free of the taint so the blood could be what her father had imagined, refined, decent, noble, protectors instead of rapacious predators so eager to hunt and kill their own.

She often felt that she was responsible for the loss of the third dream, and in so doing she was betraying herself. Her bitterness over the loss of her first two dreams combined with some first hand experience with tainted blood had, she felt, pushed her to the side of the taint. This conflict with herself was often interpreted by her few friends as an attempt to run from herself, manifesting in a near mania to fill her day with activity. As if to confirm their suspicions, they also noticed that when she stopped running a terrible melancholy would overtake her. Only recently could she slow down and pause without the dreaded melancholy, and only because she could fill the empty space with a solstice ball and dancing with a beautiful warlord prince daring her to dream again. She recalled the moonlight balcony in Raej where he offered her the fulfillment of her second dream, a place in the coven. ‘How could one man be so much to her?’ It was the other question that she had repeated to herself endlessly since Raej.

Having made it through her introductions she was moving aside to give Raina a chance to speak with Circe, when he entered the coven and she froze, her breathing caught in her chest as her heart pounded with her excitement. Though on a much greater scale, it was similar to the feeling of ascending the stage to perform. Instinct took over forcing her to breathe before the combined effects of a wildy beating heart and breath that had left her would cause her to swoon. For all that, she somehow managed only a barely perceptible hitch in her otherwise graceful movement as she sought a respectable distance from Raina.

His warm greeting for his sister confirmed what she had determined at the ball. He was a good man and fearless as he bent down to the great cat. He was also an incorrigible flirt, her eyes narrowing a bit with his greeting and gifted rose for Amaranth. All that time dealing with Niko was a great help now. Her intimate knowledge of her own anger allowed her to easily calm herself. Only her slightly narrowed eyes betrayed her jealousy and anger. She was soon calm again, her head had bowed a bit in resignation. Of course he would have other women in life, besides she had only danced with him. As he greeted Kallisto the same feelings surged in her again: anger, jealousy, resignation, disappointment.

There was a hint of a rueful smile and she was about to shake her head, admonishing herself for her feelings when Damian turned to her, took her hand in his and kissed it. Just a light kiss on the hand and the feelings that tormented her just a second earlier were gone. She was almost as still as a statue, the thrill of his touch holding all of her being in that one incredible moment. A bright smile the first hint of a thaw in the frozen statue whose hand he held, a smile that spread to her eyes, swimming with her excitement wide, warm, molten gold, and then to her entire being.

She managed to offer her own greeting, even with a bit of a bow, before he proceeded to Circe. “Thank you prince. I did not expect to see you here, but I could not be more pleased.” She hoped it was the mix she wanted of proper and warm greeting. The warm feeling that filled her when she saw he didn’t hold Circe’s hand as long nearly took her by surprise, she had little experience with this feeling. Even so she managed a fair job of hiding her excitement, the only betrayal was the slow rise of the hand he just held to her lips, lightly touching where his lips had brushed the back of her hand to her own. It might have passed for a bit of modesty on her part for having brought Circe unannounced, except for the way her eyes closed when her lips touched her hand where his had been.

When she opened her eyes, it seemed everyone else’s were on the prince instead of her. She sighed in relief, thinking no one else had seen her acting like a school girl. Nice first impression that would make. She frowned a little at the thought as she continued to hold her hand at her lips. Her attention was slowly expanding to take in the others in the coven with her and the prince, wondering what would come next. The prince had wanted to assemble a powerful coven and there certainly were powerful witches here with her, all were dark jeweled, or would be in Circe’s case. Damian had said nothing of his intentions for such a powerful coven. Devahn didn’t know him well at all, but something seemed to be causing a little disturbance inside him. Perhaps, it was only a little irritation over something in his day. It couldn’t be anything too bothersome, since he had seemed happy enough when he gave that other witch a rose: anger, jealousy, resignation, disappointment. ‘Hell’s fire’ she thought as she reeled in her surging emotions yet again. She calmed herself with a self conscious smile, chiding herself a little for the storm of emotions she always felt in the presence of Damian, hoping it would be seen, if noticed, as more modesty.
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Amaranth Elizan
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Black Widow Healer :: Coven Member :: Hayll
Summer Sky - Opal
If Amaranth had been nervous before, that was nothing compared to how she felt now, now that so many people were arriving. Now, the feelings were a mixture of fear and apprehension, and she suddenly felt small as she realized that she wore the lightest Offering Jewel of the whole Coven. The first chill of nerves shot down her spine, and she suddenly wished to be anywhere else. She didn't belong here, her mind tried to tell her. She wished she could believe it. If she didn't belong here, Damien wouldn't have taken her out of the slave markets. She was just as good a Black Widow as the women around her, sh told herself, and she was a Healer to boot. She had as much right as they did. Throwing another glance at the Arcerian by the door, she strapped a bit of mental steel to her backbone and smiled in greeting at her new Sisters, who had just walked in behind Damien Troy.

Her gaze shifted to the Warlord Prince, and watched as he greeted his sister with an affectionate hug and say something to the cat on the floor. The answer he got seemed amusing, for the cat had that distinct look in his eye. When he started in her direction, she was pleasantly surprised. She hadn't expected him to greet each of them in turn, for some reason. She supposed it was just that she was once again labeling him as an Aristo, even though he rarely acted like it. It was just habit, because that was what she had been living with for the past several years. He would take some more adjusting too.

Her expression brightened considerably when he offered her the rose. "Yes, I think I remember that particular plant. Thank you," she grinned, stroking the soft petals delicately. After he'd moved on to Kallisto, she carefully removed the rest of the thorns on it and part of the stem and twined it into her hair, behind her pointed ear. It added an accent to her dress and the gray-ish blue hue of it brightened the coral color of her eyes. She returned to watching him make the rounds, rolling her eyes when Kallisto blushed like a young teenager and thanked Damien for the sweets. It was hard to imagine that the girl was only five years younger than she was, and well out of her teens.

Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly when he greeted the two new women who had walked into the room just before him. One was the woman that they had seen at the Summer Solstice Ball. He'd invited her into the Coven? It wasn't so odd. She wore the Sapphire Birthright after all. There was just something about her that made her uneasy though. But since nobody else seemed to have a problem, she'd give her the benefit of the doubt.

The other woman she'd never seen before, and her psychic scent spoke of both the Black Widow and the Priestess. Another double-caste witch then. There seemed to be many in this coven so far. For her, she made eye contact and offered a smile that looked icy at best, but that was her usual way of being friendly. There was rarely any warmth in Amaranth's smile and demeanor. It was in her nature as Dea Al Mon.

Breaking her gaze away from Damien and Circe, she wandered back to the cat by the door. She had always liked the four-footed Blood better. They were less complicated, and in uncomfortable situations, always posed more familiarity than the humans did. Not particularly caring about the white fur that would accumulate on her black gown, she knelt by the animal that was larger than she was and stroked his ears and scratched behind his collar. She returned to watching what was happening.

Kallisto had moved closer to Raina and was looking excited about the meeting. Good for her, she's found her niche, she thought, leaning against the cat, who didn't seem to mind at all, for he leaned into her hand a little more, purring loudly.
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Altair
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Warlord Prince :: Guardian of Raina Troy
Purple Dusk - Sapphire
The mixed reactions he got from the coven's Widows greatly amused him. The Dea Al Mon's small bow, the Gray witch's surprise, the Sapphire's awe and her companion's apprehension, the Warlord Prince's instinctive predatory nature. He would not say that they were predictable, but they were not surprising either. He lifted his head off of his paws to watch them better. Like the Arcerian's, they seemed to be social creatures, and this pack of them was powerful indeed. All of them wore Dark Offerings, and one among them was a male Black Widow, a rare and powerful gift indeed.

The tip of his tail flicked gently as he watched them greet one another, and gave a rumbling growl of greeting to Damien when he approached him. It wasn't a sound of warning, but a sound of recognition and respect. He bowed his great head ever so slightly.

*Prince, has my sister been behaving?*

He gave a feline smile and another rumbling growl that sounded suspiciously like a laugh as he answered. *If you call running around the den like her life depended on it to make preparations in time, and stepping on my tail behaving, then I think so."

When Damien had once more moved on, he looked at Raina innocently and then broke the gaze. His golden gaze roved the room a bit more before it rested on the blonde Dea Al Mon again, who had just left the small group. He watched as she worked her way over to him and sat down on the pillow he'd claimed for himself. He was debating on saying something when she reached up to tentatively run her fingers through his thick white fur, and then decided that she could stick around for a while. If she was going to do that, she could stay as long as she liked. A deep purr rumbled in his throat and he shut his eyes contentedly. There were certain times when he didn't miss being in the snowy wilds of Arceria, and this was one of them.
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Raina Troy
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Black Widow Priestess :: High Priestess of Hayll :: First Circle
Summer Sky - Green
Raina watched with joyful pride as her fellow sisters staring to flow into the den that her and Damian had prepared for them. And she greeted it one with a blissful smile and hug for those that she knew well. Tonight would a good night for all of them, she could feel it in her bones. Cocking her head at the very large white cat that lounged not to far away from where she was greeting the guest, she knew he was just as nervous about everyone as she was. Still it would be good for him. He would have lots of feminine attention to help stroke his Warlord Prince nature. Chuckling in her heads, she was glad that she had met this wonderful creature and male in the slave grounds, and she knew that their meeting was something that happened by chance… it was the Darkness working his wonderful magic.

She was a bit surprised when the Sapphire Jeweled woman stepped up to her and offered her own greeting. She knew this woman, who she could only assume was named Devahn, by the description from her brother and because of that she was a bit wary. That being so, she looked the darker Jeweled woman over with a critical eye, assessing the woman for her own personal use. Accepting the tradition greeting with a quick smile of her own, she wondered if this woman would the one to take her place as Head of the Coven. “Welcome, sister,” she replied with a genuine, “My brother had mention that you might be coming. And I am very glad that you did.” She paused for a second as she looked over the companion of the darker Jeweled woman, and as she did, she felt like the world stopped spinning for a moment.

Here was a woman that reinstated with her soul, a sister through and through much like the vision that echoed in her head. Gathering up her thoughts as they drifted back to the vision, she nodded and tried to smile warmly at the woman that seemed to be scared and a bit intimated by the surrounding. “Welcome sisters,” the words rolled out of her mouth like water flowing over stone, “I am more than will to accepted another sister of the craft…” she paused for a second as a twinkle came to her eye as she continued with, “in both of them.”

She would have said more, but just then her brother moved in front of her and she fell into his loving embrace. Much like Altair, she was glad that Mother Night had graced her with the circumstances to have finally met the brother she had feared so much. He was like a breath of fresh air in a room that felt stuffy. Even so she was a bit worried about him. There was something about him, something that she wasn’t quite sure of yet, but that something worried her nonetheless. Sighing to herself, she moved on with her duties as that line of thought was something to worry about at another time.

Clearing her voice, she used craft to make sure that she would be heard over the entire room before she began to speak. “Welcome, my sisters, I am more than pleased to see all of you here. Here you are among friends, among family, and I would offer this place as a second home to you all. As this is the home to the Coven, it shall be your home as long as you will have us.” She paused for a second as her eyes swept across the room and back again. Here was a room full of people that would understand her and her heart swelled up with pride. “So relax and enjoy yourself to all that your new home has to offer for tonight is a night for all of us, sisters.” She hoped that they would enjoy themselves.
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Damian Troy
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Black Widow Warlord Prince :: Ruler of Hayll
Green - Red
Damian Troy wrinkled his nose, his face touched with amusement as he looked into the feline’s eyes. It wasn’t a challenge, though some might think it was. Damian was simply proving he wasn’t afraid of the hunter, for in many ways he saw himself in the large feline. *Well, everything but stepping on your tail is considered behaving. I hope she didn’t hurt you too bad.* He paused for a moment, thinking to himself began leaving the cat with one final thought. *Tell me if she seems…interested or attracted to any man. I can’t always keep tabs on her.* He had too, especially since he had already lost one sister, he didn’t want to lose another.

He studied Amaranth closely as she accepted the rose. He had been waiting a bit before asking here, perhaps now was the time? He reached out and brushed his mind against hers before forming a thread with the black widow. *Amaranth…* he began, his golden eyes holding her coral ones. *I have been meaning to ask you for a while now. Would you be willing to join my First Circle? As a free woman?* He wasn’t sure if she would pick up on the free part however she was a smart girl.

His eyes didn’t leave Devahn’s, his sister may have been the only one to pick up on his silent claim. There wasn’t need for a big show after all the only other male here was Altair and he be damned if the feline tried anything with Devahn. It was a bit shocking how quick he was moving but something called in Devahn, something he hadn’t felt before. However nothing was ever easy and he doubted trying to woo the black widow would be anything different. But before he could woo her he needed to find out what had happened to Rhaevin. The thought made his temper spark for a moment; he hoped the neither Circe nor Devahn thought it was directed at him. He had a mighty temper, as bad as any Eyrien’s. He grinned suddenly, “You didn’t think I would be here? I own this place and I worked along side my sister in restoring this place. I be damned to Hell and back if I didn’t attend the first meeting here.” He winked, showing he was being somewhat flirty tonight.

He smiled lightly at Circe as she stammered a thank you. He was aware she wasn’t expecting a welcome. Maybe she didn’t think she was worth joining Hayll’s Coven? He mentally snorted at the thought; she was a strong black widow priestess even if she hadn’t received much training. However that was what the Coven was for, or one of the main reasons; a sharing of skill and knowledge. “If there is anything you need to make you feel more at home, let me know. I like spoiling women.” He was being light-hearted but there was a seriousness to his voice. He meant what he had said.

He wandered back over to his sister’s side only arranging the pillows and gracefully plopping down on top of them. He had been on his feet most of the morning; it felt good to finally have a seat. He looked p at his sister, watching her with a light smile. He was glad he had her, she was a major help. After she finished speaking he cleared his voice. “There are no keys to the place per-say. Only the people in this room can enter unless a visitor travels with a member of the Coven. The webs guarding this place are linked to all of you.” He glanced at Circe, making sure she knew he was talking about her as well. He also included Altair in the glance around the room. The web had been made to accept the kindred as well. “When a new member joins we will change the webs and safe guards to include them. This is meant to be a sanctuary for us.”

He touched his sister’s mind, deciding to break the news her first before telling the others. He knew that Devahn and Circe wouldn’t know or even care about the missing healer queen. But he believed it was a problem they could tackle together. *Sister, Rhaevin has been kidnapped. I couldn’t find her.*
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His lovely golden eyes were always there when she looked, sharing stolen glances as he went about his business speaking to the other black widows. It was more than just glances there was a connection between them, something powerful that called each to the other. What passed between them in their eyes, their jewels, their being felt like an irresistible warm glow building in her until it shattered the cold bonds on her heart.

Instinct and her training bade her hide these feelings. Who knew what this man had going that might be upset by her overtly showing how she felt. The black widows hadn’t gathered here to celebrate Devahn and Damian’s new relationship. Of that at least she was certain. And truth be told she could feel the darker emotions in him. She had no idea what they meant or who they were directed against as yet. They didn’t seem directed at either her or Circe, but she didn’t want to add to his worries. That didn’t stop her from holding the hand he had kissed to her lips to hide the occasional bright smile that would break through her training. Another brilliant smile came unbidden and unhidden when he suddenly grinned and flirted.

“You didn’t think I would be here? I own this place and I worked along side my sister in restoring this place. I be damned to Hell and back if I didn’t attend the first meeting here.”

“In truth my prince, I really didn’t expect to see you here. I thought it might be something like a witches night of celebration. That said I am pleasantly surprised….” She paused as her smile turned mischievous and flirty. “I must say I am a little relieved to know your purpose here.” She lowered her voice conspiratorially. “I was wondering if I might be called on to dance and was a little nervous about it, nervous in a very pleasant way.” It was difficult to try to take her eyes off him. It was wonderful to see how he and Raina went out of their way to help Circe. Though when he spoke of spoiling women, she couldn’t help but wonder how he might spoil her. Devahn already knew there would little else she would think of for the rest of the day. Thankfully Circe was with her and would be able to fill in what she missed.

Devahn had thought to make sure she introduced herself to Kallisto and Amaranth, feeling a little guilty she hadn’t done so at the ball, it was poor manners on her part and she didn’t want to repeat her error today. It had seemed from what Raina said they were to simply acquaint themselves to eachother and the building. However, it was becoming clear that Damian had business of some sort to discuss. Her prince. It felt so right to call him that. Her prince was more serious as he approached Raina, clearing thoughts of being spoiled by Damian from her mind. The mood lifted again as he made the announcement about the webs, again making certain to help Circe feel at ease. Maybe the business her prince had was with Raina only? They seemed to be descending into a little conversation all their own using threads by the look on their faces.

Leaving them to their conversation Devahn took the opportunity to introduce Circe and herself to Kallisto and Amaranth since they would be working together as sisters. She led Circe to the get a glass of wine before approaching them. Then giving a little nod she introduced herself. “Greetings sisters. My name is Devahn Sai’Larine and this is my friend Circe Vivaldi, who has also decided to join the coven. I apologize for not introducing myself at the ball. It was an….oversight on my part. I let my business there overcome my manners.”

She took the moment to look at Damian and Raina again her gaze lingering on her prince wondering what was passing between the siblings. Once again her imagination took her away to place the prince could spoil her endlessly, nearly forgetting to pay attention to Circe, Amaranth, and Kallisto. She snapped back when Circe elbowed her gently in the ribs. ‘Thank the darkness for Circe’ she thought, and though it wasn’t sent on a thread it seemed Circe understood somehow. Even so she could feel the pull between her and Damian, trying to peel her eyes away from anything that wasn’t him, to fix upon his beautiful features and stay there for the rest of the day. She winced a little as Circe elbowed her harder this time. ‘Mother night I am in trouble’ she thought.
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