An Architect calls

[Valentina Audley]

[L .]

Idiot Neonate.

"Be careful, it's had my vitae. She might snap at you even - don't presume it's the same horse as you knew before. No one's imbecile enough to take on a live animal from another Clan without safeguards."

"Besides," Aurelia muttered as she looked around the place, poking her head trough this doorway and that, not minding the horse behind her, as if this were a perfectly average night. "I like aggression in things I ride."

"Put her anywhere you feel deserving of an Elder's status, Marchaux."

Aurelia turns to find Valentina once she's come in. If she has to call across a horse, Aurelia doesn't seem to mind. "Febuary will do handsomly! Although it might need to be a rush order by then. Hn."

"I am also looking greatly forward to this evening," she grins at the Brujah, with little mirth.

After a moment fo realising there's no where to put the horse, Aurelia stares long and hard at the staircase, and then back at the horse.

"Let me take her," she tsks. "Marchaux, you go have a... I don't know. Look around, move furniture about. Bash through a wall if you must, but we are sitting with this horse."

[Valentina Audley]

Valentina has paused in the doorway, keeping a careful distance from the horse. Aurelia's response makes her smile.

"Certainly Elder. Did you have any particular design in mind?" She's suspecting Dukes doesn't care but Aruelia might well have plans on her lovers attire.

Whilst she awaits an answer she watches the horse drama play out with interest.

[Jean-Jacques]

jean-Jacques face slightly lightens as an idea crosses his face, yes that might work

He moves behind the horse ton the kitchen, those gathered can hear some scraping of furniture on a flagstone floor..and then he returns

“Elder Aurelia, Elder Silver, may ee escort ze to ze place ‘ere, he motions to where he came from

[L .]

"I diiiid actually, have a design in mind. Perhaps I can show you afterwards, Envoy?"

"Oh, a hatch! Good thinking, Marchaux. Our dear Elder Silver here will witness everything. Look at you, now you have a voyeur hole."

Aurelia leads the horse into the kitchen with considerably more success than its previous owner did into the house - but that's not surprising considering why. She's punctured her thumb on one extending fang, and, drawing a thin line of crimson along her opposite palm, Aurelia hooks the reins into the crook of her elbow. "Here then, kitty kitty kitty. You like blood, don't you? Yes you do."

The whites of Silver's eyes are visible around the mare's contracted pupils, and though two pink-veined nostrils are flaring widely, in short snorting exhales, she moves forward, her pale neck stretching out as Aurelia moves away.

"You can stay in here - I'll close to door after myself. Give me a few moments, all, I just need to untack. I'll join you in the... wherever you are."

[Valentina Audley]

"I should love to see!" Her enthusiasm is unfeigned and unbridled. When it comes to clothing, Valentina is always all ears.

When Aurelia leads the horse through to the kitchen, she moves smartly out of the way, ending up in the room the other side of the hatch, by accident rather than design. She looks around with interest, noting the shabbiness of the decor with an internal eye roll worthy of Aldrich himself. How dreary she thinks to herself.

"What an... interesting room Neonate" she murmurs politely, moving to examine the books on his shelves in mild curiosity.

[Jean-Jacques]

Having assured himself everyone is actually inside and safely ensconced in his study jean-Jacques heads across the road recovered the bench, returns and closes the door.

he walks into the lounge, but stays standing.

[alanwrotethis]

Niketas walks in after the neonate.
"It's hard work, hosting," he says smiling. "Don't worry, I think you're doing great. Splendid... bravo."
He pats Jean-Jacques on the shoulder, squinting at the room. He leans in with a conspiratorial air and stage whispers.
"Aurelia's probably going to put you through your paces. Silver kicked me in the head once. Or twice, it was twice. Don't worry, I'm cheering for you. None of this was my idea."
A happy sigh.
"None whatsoever."
He walks over to the books, opening a tract from Descartes and skimming pages rapidly.
"... I can't read French," he says, eventually.

[Jean-Jacques]

“Elder Dukes, eef zere ees a moment ee could abreedge ze works ere,”

He smiles at tho is assembled,, including Silver

“Bon”

[L .]

Aurelia comes back into the room with a faded saddle slung over her forearm and an leather bridle on her shoulder. She looks approvingly on at Jean-Jaques' inclusion of her horse into the proceedings.

Meanwhile, she notes, that Dukes is considerably happier after his two day stint from social activity - the poor man really needed a holiday - and the sight floods her aura with affection. Aurelia throws him a swift, but deeply warm smile, before dumping the crappy tack in the corner of the room, upright and against the wall, so as not to damage it's tree more.

"Marchaux, tell us then: How long have you lived here? Where did you hail from before Sulis? This might well be your first housewarming party, neh."

Aurelia looks about and drops into a sofa. "Niketas, they're all French my songbird. The man who owns them... is French."