An unexpected guest

[Yorick Von Watenberg]

Yorick withholds the desire to roll his eyes at Graces comments.

"No no, I am sure poor Jacob can keep for a while yet. To the best of my knowledge, there are plenty of air holes in that cupboard or closet or whatever."

As soon as Cherub mentions flagellation, he visibly makes a start. "Cherub, the act of flagellation is a holy and pious act of atonement! It is for the Lord's eyes, not to be offered in the same sentence as tea!"

"Please take a seat if you wish to join us. Lady Grace is the primogen of Clan Brujah"

[Lady Grace]

Grace raises a eyebrow at discussion of Flagellation but waits politely.

[Unhappily, Cherub]

"Oooh," Cherub says, her veil denting into her mouth as the fabric forms a sunken 'o' of apology. "Flagellation, not to be offered with tea. Sorry Sire."

Cherub shuffled awkwardly over to the chair, muttering about limitations in her movement. For all her difficulty with the habit when she's aloft, when Cherub descends, it's eerily graceful.

"A Primogen? Christ - I mean, right. Wow. Pleasure twice to meet yous, I'm sure. Yous looking very wonderful Lady Primogen. You must be new though? I thought all the Brujah burned alive.." She directs this more to Yorick.

[Yorick Von Watenberg]

"Cherub! Clan Brujah are the Camarilla's poets, warriors and scholars! They are a pillar of the ivory tower, a bulwark against the darkness of ignorance and the iron fist beneath the velvet glove without which the Camarilla would not be as it is today.

"They were not all burnt alive in the night of fire! Now apologise to the Primogen and don't use such vulgar language again".

[Lady Grace]

Grace carefully keeps a blank face.
She then addresses Cherub
"Yes child some did burn for what they did.
I am afraid I was asleep then and lost in my thoughts and reflection and unaware of the events,"
So there you are also correct. I am very new here,"

"The Brujah here now are few and we must atone, we must all atone in the end."

"Now, make your apologies and I am sure we can be friends,"

[Unhappily, Cherub]

"Lilliana wasn't any of those things!" Cherub denied hotly. "She was just a whore, with a stupid burning fist. She tore down the Masquerade cause she can't keep her anger in. Some poet."

Realising immediately she has overstepped, Cherub muttered a rapid apology. "Sorry, does my Sire owe you a Trivial Boon?"

She pointedly ignores the comment on friendship.

[Yorick Von Watenberg]

"Cherub i am commanding you to apologise and furthermore i am commanding you to make it genuine and heartfelt!"

"In addition, your sire does NOT offer a trivial boon! That is unless one is requested by way of appology from the OFFENDED PARTY. You cannot simply offer boons on my behalf on a whim!. As you cannot register a boon yet any apology you offer by way of one is a waste of time. Now that it springs to mind, I still haven't talked to you about insulting the Ventrue Architect before he had spent more than 10 minutes in this domain! What were you thinking?!"

Without waiting for a response he looks towards their guest.

"Lady grace, could i instead trouble you to deliver a message to Miss Tolpuddle? She is such a well behaved neonate and would benefit Cherubs education if she could learn how civilised Brujah can be. I would of cause offer Miss Tolpuddle a minor boon for the opportunity and i am sure Cherub could be of great assistance to her. I understand she has experience in manipulating kine and steering up passion in others?"

[Lady Grace]

Grace watches this back and forth aghast.
Brought back to propriety by mention of Miss Tulpuddle.

"But of course, I will take her a message as soon as I may but I know her schedule is busy. I think she visits the railway or the labourers meeting this night. I will see her soon enough.

"And yes she is extremely good and earnest in her work, with some skill, you should hear her speak and the way she addresses a crowd"
"I can only admire her will to help the working conditions for the poor. It's a lesson to us all,"

[Yorick Von Watenberg]

"No no, i realise she is busy for the next few months. Perhaps after we meet next in Reading she may have time in her schedule to have Cherub assist her on an errand?"

Staring at his wayward childe, "I'm sure Cherub would be delighted to meet Neonate Tolpuddle. Am i correct in this assumption childe?"

[Unhappily, Cherub]

Cherub takes the onslaught of her Sire’s reprimand with mounting, vibrating anger. Picking her battles however, she drops to the ground and prostrates her head as if in prayer - and even crosses herself, before touching her veiled forehead to her gloved hands.

“My sincerest apologies Lady Grace, I truly meant no ‘arm by my words, they was spoken with ignorance. I did not know your Clan was any good. I have only met the bad, and that is why I hold this view. Happy am I to be told different. You are the warriors and the scholars and the poets that did not burn, at least not all of yous. I’m really - glad - about that.”

“My heartfelt hope is that you will forgive my sins, as the Lord Christ forgives in turn, because his is the ultimate image that we should all adhere to following, in good mimicry. I love the Lord.”

She rises with a sober expression, crossing herself once more. The moment the mention of mentorship occurs however, Cherub’s blue eyes take on a wild look.

“What?! A bloody Brujah nobody going to-“ she snaps her mouth closed. “Rightly show me what I need to know. Thank you Sire, Lady Grace. I am very grateful and very honoured and I realise how rare and generous an offer this is, which as an Unreleased Childe I would be fortunate to make use of, and contribute my learnings to the Ivory Tower, and to my Sire. Praise the Camarilla.”