Trying to Get Home

[Lady Grace]

Grace looks down in surprise, followed by mounting delight.
She smiles as she tries a approaching hand for a stroke.

As this is deemed acceptable by the feline she moves to head scritches and her smile grows as the cat begins to knead and get itself settled in, "hello beautiful, where did you come from?," she addresses the cat.

Grace listens to conversation whilst a general cat fussing occurs that seems to calm Grace as much as it calms the cat.

[Manacledairman]

[Andross Blint]

His aura take a humbled tint to it

"Thank you for you kind words, but you give me too much praise, i simply do as any other should and would, as evidenced by Ancillae Audley's offer of a place to sit.
Simply being remembered in good fashion would more than suffice for me if you feel pleased by my actions, let it merely be a good reflection on my clan."

[alanwrotethis]

The door groans, opening slightly, the wood bloating from the rain and sticking in the frame. A forceful push, the door opens.
Niketas steps inside, registering the presence of the gathered kindred with a soft sigh.
"Greetings, all."
Removing his coat, he places it on the coat rack. Glancing at the fire place, he spreads the garment out over two hooks to give it more room to dry out.
He looks to the darker corners of the room in expectation. No reflexive breathing, no muttering under his breath, his actions have a clipped, deliberate method to them. Taking off his boots, he carries them to fire place, setting on the ground, heels facing the fire.
He stands next to the fire, back against the wall, facing the door. He sits on the floor, eyes on the doorway.
"Ancillae Grace, Blint, Stoker, Audley, hello," he says, the lilting hint of a relaxed Mediterranean accent. "And Greetings to you also, Lord Architect."
He sits for a moment, unblinking.
"A free piece of advice... all of you... go to a medium, a good one. Make sure you are alone in your bodies."

[Posh-Tim]

Tonight is not going well. No worse than was to be expected, but that didn't make Keane any happier. As the carriage approached the cottage his enhanced senses picked up the presences within and he decided that this was the destination he had been aiming for.
Damn that mortal driver, resisting his powers. He hadn't had the time to find another coach. He grips he new robe tightly in the waterproof package it was provided to him in and prepares to make his dismount.
Dropping the package to the ground in carefully avoding any puddles, he releases his grip on the rail at the back of the shaking cab and tries to land besides it.
The wind and rain lashes his face and he misjudged his footing and the speed. Flailing quite impressively, his crumpled form lands a few feet away instead.
Picking himself of and not bothering to brush down his ruined robes he carefully checks his beads and retrieves his dropped items, one in each hand...

The door to the cottage flies open, seemingly driven by the wind. A flash of lightning throws the figure there into a tall, ominous sillhoutte. He enters the lit and dry room, water streaming from about his person.
"I found a stick!" Keane declares, glaring at those assembled as if daring them to call him a liar. He brandishes the stick before him and a clap of thunder breaks above, rumbling through the building and its occupants.

[Valentina Audley]

Valentina's aura flashes briefly with worry, before she gets control of herself. Remembering Vortigern's words the night before, she's not sure she is alone in her body. And further more, isn't sure she wants to be, though, she really doesn't want anyone else knowing either of those things.

"Good Evening Sheriff Dukes." She smiles softly at him. "Would you care for a towel?" As she speaks she's standing and heading towards the pile, to fetch him one.

Then Keane enters and Valentina jumps as he waves his stick and the thunder rumbles, then she takes in the state of him and adds a couple more towels to her pile, clearly for him.

"Good evening Elder Keane." She proffers towels to both of them.

[Manacledairman]

[Jean-Jacques]

The door opens gentle, the hinges creak somewhat, on the threshold stands Jean-Jacques, wet through and his eyes scan the room, come to rest on Grace, he steps into the room and shuts the door and turns and stands facing the room, his expression impassive.

[Lady Grace]

Grace watches Jean-Jacques arrival and that he stands, trying not to disturb Valentina greeting the arriving Elders by shouting across the room, she gets up, carefully placing the cat on the sofa arm.

Then moves to speak to Jean-Jacques still checking how lucid he is, she talks gently to him.
"Carriage and rooms secured, yes?"
She looks into his eyes closely making sure that nothing else is looking back.

"Please do join us," as her heart sinks again recalling all the events that led to her new Childer. She never thought she would Sire a child, definitely not like this but it was the only path she could see where she kept him safe.

Satisfied with what she finds Grace returns to the sofa, sits close with Aldrich, leaning under his arm absentmindly.

She needed to think and work out what actually happened.

[Jean-Jacques]