Who shall wear the starry crown

[Christine Daye]

Christine smiles. Making herself an anchor for the other Kindred, her song guiding her, wrapping Helen in comfort, in simplicity, in sweet calmness and acceptance. This is Christine's gift to Helen. Even if the respite is just for a little while.

"... I think that Cylon will be alright... he is taken to the House on the Hill... and if he is as we believe... then Lady Fortiscue will look after him... she is older than the Camarilla... and what matters to her is blood... is family... and... if it is as we suspect... he is family...

"...besides... he is loyal to Maestra... and has proven it... she will see justice done... as for your non Clan discipline... if it is simply one from another Camarilla Clan then I expect you will be fine..."

She pauses a moment, memory of the light slanting through the skylights and the rosary beads in her lap.

"...I think perhaps that it is not so much a matter of finding someone to teach me... but more a matter of remembering what it is I once could do.."

She hums quietly for a moment.

...you and I'll be safe and sound...

"What do you know of Revenants?"

[annabelle]

Helen releases a small sigh of relief "Good, he is protected now, special boy, really special, it would have been such a shame to be destroyed."

She shakes her head with confusion "Family? As far as I know he is...a commoner. So many times he stressed his background. Strange...Revenants? Never heard this term."

Her eyes back to Christine and without releasing her hold she stops walking. Her eyes wandering around like she is trying to identify any prying eyes or ears around. However, she lacked the skills.

" That dreadful Christmas night. I've heard all, my curiosity is killing me since then but I couldn't possibly ask. So much pain there, not my pain couldn't possibly pry more. Eric, Dorian...Anax, arguing about a past the two of them wouldn't know. The seers you mentioned before. Are you like Eric? Do you have one or more souls? Or fragments? He mentioned the fragments before."

Her eyes on Christine's face like seeing her for the first time. She was one of them...

[Christine Daye]

"...not all of us can trace our mortal lineage back through the centuries... and, in truth, there is a lot about this that I do not understand... yet..."

She returns Helen's gaze calmly, almost eerily, but there is a softness there. Recognising the Ventrue's concern.

Her gaze goes distant as she looks around, stretching her senses to their limits. Searching for the out-of-tune notes, the absence, or the presence, where there should not be.

Still, she drops her voice low, letting it get taken by the river sounds after it reaches Helen's ears.

"...you know ghouls, of course... two ghouls can marry... have a child... and that child grows... becomes a ghoul to the same domitor... marries and has children in turn... who carry the line... such families are called Revenants... less than Kindred... but more than mortal... drowned in vitae... bred through the centuries... like Mr Campion and his white rabbits... and... just as ghouls gain... abilities... so do those families... along with flaws... ghouls are jealous creatures..."

She frowns, humming quietly again, then sighs.

"...so much at Christmas that is not mine to tell..."

She gives Helen's hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

"...I have a theory... my harps... the strings will hum without any touch at all, if I sing to them. The resonance of my voice causes them to sound, and the note I sing will make the corresponding note on the harp sound. So I think it is with the Seers... their souls sound through time until they find a person... who resonates with the fundamental note of the Seer... and with time... and tuning... the resonance gets stronger... the note clearer..."

She smiles wryly.

"...but this is just my theory... and I think that I have told you this already? ...but in answer to your question... yes... I am a Trinity... one in three and three in one... Christine, Fionnuisce, Bleithneyria... though I am sure that I have other names that I have forgotten... or am starting to remember... but here and now... I am Christine... and I am your friend."

[annabelle]

“Interesting…really interesting…thank you for the information. There must be plenty out there, such a great concept. Embracing a Revenant must be fascinating, the possibilities…” her mind drifting to all the potential and power, but she snaps back to the real. It doesn’t matter, too long term.

“I am a Trinity...”

Helen nods in understanding. There is no surprise there only awe. That explained so much.

“The first time I’ve heard you in the Elysium it felt different. I’ve heard plenty of famous musicians as a human. We had plenty in the court, all around the world. I’ve never heard someone like you though. It felt…different…deeper…insightful and cosmical. Like your music wasn’t yours entirely. Like you were in tune with something else…you woke me up in the boat to Egypt. Your music was awakening my torpored emotions. I’ve heard glimpses of foresight as well, like you were doing it unconsciously. Christine…you are truly magical my dear not just a mad woman with a harp.” Her smile soft and accepting but a small chuckle escapes involuntarily.

[Christine Daye]

"...it's not all sunshine and rainbows with Revenants..." Christine warns gently. "...one must cull as well as breed... and to do so effectively, one must place oneself above the mortal lines one cultivates... and it needs a very great deal of time... even the greatest and oldest of our kind... have made mistakes when it comes to such families... at bitter cost... if you wish to try your hand at breeding... maybe that kitten of yours would be a better start? How is it after the Christmas escapades? Still stuck in the chandelier?"

She giggles at the memory, then beams in delight at the compliments.

"...I am glad that whatever brought us together, brought us together... perhaps it is fate... or perhaps just chance... regardless, I am very happy! I... I feel comfortable with you... like I have known you for far longer than we actually have.... are you sure that you are not Fae-blooded too?"

She laughs, and starts walking along the river once more.

"...so... what will you do to entertain yourself over the next few months or so? Oh! Yes, I was meaning to ask you... Mr Grey..."

She pulls a face.

"...he was quite desperate at the party to speak to me... offering via Lunaris a major boon for my forgiveness... but I am not sure... after that horrible display at the party..."

She shudders.

"...anyway... I am thinking that perhaps I should be kind and give him an interview... a chance to explain himself... But rest assured! It will be in public, safely surrounded by the kine... and with Maestra knowing where I go and when and when I am due back... and... um... if you think it would be a good idea... would you come with me? You're far better at dealing with um... well... you can handle yourself in a fight... but... if it is a stupid idea... please tell me! I will not be offended!"

[annabelle]

"I can imagine that is hard to create a mortal line like that, rest assured. The kitten is back to normal, it seems all that swirling in the air wasn't enough to break its spirit. Maybe it's time I should give it a name now. I have or had plans for it. It's gonna be a big cat, apparently that specific breed is huge. Already is growing too fast and eating too much. Little greedy byzantine devil." she mutters with affection.

Upon her comments on how comfortable she feels, Helen smiles softly and there is an odd hint of concealed guilt as well, slightly, barely noticeable "I am glad you do Christine, I do too, you soothe me more effectively than any opium. Bless fate or chance. Who knows maybe I am a fae as well, this city is full of weird coincidences so everything is possible." she says casually and taps Christine's hand. Obviously not believing the last sentence but what's the point of not following her beautiful madness when it was so fun.

"I'll propably will go sightseeing around."
Her mind drifting for milliseconds and then coming back to the material with a head shake.

"Of course, I'll come with you. I've never talked to that gangrel. His display was... Interesting but then I am not the one to judge. Thank you for trusting me with your safety. If he makes another display I can handle the mortals as well. However, it needs to be soon before I'll leave Aquaesulis."

[Christine Daye]

Christine giggles and waves a finger in mock admonishment.

"Oh, you must name the kitten and soon! ... hmmmm... Master Theodore Crippligton-Smythe? Master Ignition Puncknowle? Or is it a Miss? Miss Tabitha Rossington-Huffman? Miss Ella Roberta Clarke? Miss Felicity Darlington? Oh... silly me... of course it will not have an English name... given its origins!"

She giggles again.

"Oh, thank you! Yes, it will be soon... and I'll make arrangements... the rules will be laid down really clearly before I even agree to meet with him... I hope you have a lovely time sightseeing! I'm hoping for a nice quiet few months at home for a change!"

Another smile.

"I am so pleased that we are harpies together! Do you want to swap the information we gave to Beauclair?"

[annabelle]

“It’s a female and her name will not be British…no. We’ll see, I am just waiting for the right name to come. I prefer not to name her just because she needs a name.”

“Rules…right…whatever makes you feel safer.” She says obviously not concerned with this but she returns the smile.

“We will be a great team for sure. I’ll share the gossip but I gave him another part of information that is not a gossip and that, I cannot share because is something personal to him.” and with this she whispers something to Christine, careful not to touch her ear with her lips. She didn’t want to upset the Prince afterall.

[Christine Daye]

Christine giggles.

"...oh... that is hardly a surprise! But still... now... here is mine..."

And she whispers into the young Ventrue's ear.

[annabelle]

Helen listens carefully with lips sealed together ready to burst out laughing “That sounds fun…what’s the problem? I would have tried it, especially with that one, saw them recently, piece of art….

ah right…that’s normal no? What the point to transform if you don’t experiment?...

Yes I’ve been told that…how he got away with this for so long is beyond me.” And then she chuckles loud.

“My dear you are a top-notch gossiper, a worthy Lesser Harpy.” and she winks.