[Sodium_noir] Dusk Revisited

[Mara Ravenclaw]

Mara Ravenclaw, Leon Wolf
Brujah, Mortal
Dusk, Map room

>The  journey is made in silence, Leon appears to display a very
different  demeanour  within the walls of his masters manse. It
was  hard  to  believe  this was the same man in fact, even his
buoyant  personality  seemed  cloaked  as  they rode up several
stories.  When they alighted he simply asked to 'walk this way'
and showed her to a large room, the door to which bore the same
strange  dragon symbology as others she had been shown into the
night before.

She pauses to study Wolf as they ride by a sidelong glance.  So very different compared to his demeanor at the diner.  But then, a ghoul should behave in front of their master, right?  

They finally reach the door to the Map Room.  Dragons.  Christine had mentioned them earlier.  She takes careful note of the color of the dragon symbols.  Red or black, which side were they on?  
>
>Inside  was  a large room, looking like some of the gentlemen's
clubs  she's  been  denied entry to in the past. Or perhaps the
Golf  clubs  and private functions her father had taken her to.
The  seating  was comfortable and discreetly gathered in groups
of  two or three. The walls all decorated with antique maps and
several  three  dimensional  dioramas  in glass cases scattered
throughout the room.

Mara takes a moment to take in the scene.  It was as though she'd never left the old money world she'd left behind in Seattle.  She didn't miss it.  

>Bent  over  one  such  model, something that seemed to depict a
historical  battle, was Christophe, the debonair brother of the
Basarab's. he stood as Mara was shown inside and smiled broadly
in  greeting. 

Mara nods politely to Christophe, returning the silent greeting with a similar one.  

>It  was Zoë who spoke however, her voice carried
clearly  from  a  seat  with its back to the door as she peered
around  its edges. For all her presence and Brujah personality,
she was still a very small and petite mortal at the time of her
death  and  the  large  green  leather armchair accentuated her
size.

"Good  morning  Mara"  she  said  in  a more friendly tone than
usual. "won't you take a seat here with me?"

Mara bows her head slightly.  "Good evening."  She replied.  Correction was not her intent, but it was said more out of habit, a greeting always offered in Seattle between Kindred, no matter what time it was.  Carefully, she moves to the chair, and aware of that the Elder Brujah were watching her, she sits down in the seat offered.   For now, she will be polite.  

"All that we see or seem, Is but a dream within a dream." - Edgar Allen Poe

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