An Architect calls

[Jean-Jacques]

[Anton]

A boy with unusually tamed hair jogs across the street, his arm raised against the increasing downpour, he debating the merits of this night after all. The rain was plastering his normally scruffy mop across his head in a wet black mane, ending just at the base of his nape. Since Anton was used to it defying gravity, he didn’t like feeling it weighing against his skin.

Trying not to slip on the bright cobbled way, he reached the door completely drenched, not having thought of using a coat since learning Obfuscate in his first year.

“Wait -!” Anton calls, noticing the door about to close. “I’m with him.”

With copper-rimmed glasses and a few freckles strewn across a pale nose, Anton wouldn’t be out of place in an academic library. His white linen shirt is greyed with love and age, mostly buttoned beneath his thin beige blazer, battered leather elbow pads dark with rainwater. Indeed his shirt is plastered to his wet chest.

“Pardon my latecoming. Elder Keane, I’m here to help you around the city while Raife is indisposed! I’m very excited to help my Elder.”

[Posh-Tim]

Keane turns back to Jean-Jacques.
"I am rather attached to these robes. For now at least just something to dry them wi-"
He sees the figure approaching and immediately his face begins to twist into a snarl the hackles of his beast rising. Just as quickly it switches to an evil grin as he has an idea.
"On second thoughts, Anton here can assist me."
Then to Anton as he reaches the door..
"Ah, Anton. Your timing is quite brilliant, I was just looking for something to dry myself with. Perhaps you can assist our host in finding something. He has so many guests to see to after all."

[Anton]

“Brilliant, Elder Keane! Is this our host?” Anton squints through through the door at Jean-Jaques. “A pleasure to meet you. Shall I introduce myself out here, or might I join my Elder to better see to his ancient needs?”

[Jean-Jacques]

[Anton]

“Very well.”

Anton vanishes inside, dogging after Keane’s steps. “Should I bypass everyone and go upstairs to fetch something appropriate? Or should we introduce ourselves first?”

He looks utterly helplessly at Keane. “I know not what you wish, Elder. It is my greatest desire to know.”

[Posh-Tim]

Keane sneers at Anton.
"Yes, you should introduce yourself first. You can fetch me something after. Quickly after."
Keane stalks into the room regardless of the water he trails behind him and squelches down into the comfiest looking chair.
"And can anyone explain the horse in the kitchen?"

[Valentina Audley]

Valentina eyes Keane as he sits, wincing to see how damp he was.

"I believe the horse bought Elder Aurelia here, Elder Keane." She replies carefully.

"Um, perhaps we could find you some linens? To help you be a little more comfortable?" She asks gently, looking to Jean-Jacques and wondering why on earth the neonate hasn't attended to this already.

[Jean-Jacques]

[Valentina Audley]