An Architect calls

[Anton]

Anton, discreetly, tries to exit stage left, so as to go find Keane a blanket.

[Manacledairman]

[Madam Zaragoza]

Hermina is beginning to relax into the evening now. Aurelia is struggling with the Architect and that means the focus is no longer on the earlier drama regarding that bloody horse. Even better still the darling neonate June has seen fit to fall back asleep against her. This party was getting better and better. Maybe coming wasn’t such a bad idea after all. She might even thank you Jean later.

[L .]

“No, respectfully Architect, I do not. I have no desire to sire childer nor train them; if you wish to take on such a duty that is your prerogative but my assistance to Marchaux is a personal one. And there my desire ends.”

Aurelia looks back with an equally flat stare, relaxing into the chair with deliberate a move. “If people miss my point that’s not my responsibility. You call the horse what you wish. I named her Elder Silver. Short for Silver Linings. It’s a beautiful name for a beautiful animal.”

“I’m sure if anyone here genuinely thought she was an elder, there would be some insult. But are there any?” Aurelia pauses and sweeps her gaze, sharply, across the room. “Is there anyone? Not you Marchaux, I know already you’re able to tease apart fact from fiction. Who here would be stupid enough to believe this?”

[Manacledairman]

[L .]

“An education that stemmed from a name,” Aurelia bit. “We all know how important the role of elders are in society. I’m sure, if they wish it, the younger creatures here can find you later for correction otherwise.”

She takes the hip flask out and begins guzzling. Pauses, with a very tiny gasp, and looks up with a query to Hermina. She had noticed the longing in a fellow addict. Although, to be quite truthful, Aurelia was barely bound to the stuff. She didn’t exactly need it.

And that is why you should stop now.

Yes, well.

[Anton]

Anton bows out, knowing better (or perhaps preferring) not to speak. He is heard moving up the stairs, and then silence.

[Manacledairman]

Aldrich pulls a seat to the right of Aurelia and sits down, reaching into his jacket pocket and taking a sip from his own hip flask.

He clears his throat. "Now, what was I interrupting?" He smiles his aura settling quickly

[Madam Zaragoza]

“We were toasting the Camarilla, Architect.” She smiles at him broadly again.

[Manacledairman]