[Sodium_noir] Hell is Other People

[Spikey]

John Black, Abby, Kurt Morgan
Very Old Man, Bastet, Sidhe 
Lady Sinclair's Mansion

"Can an old man get either of you two a drink?"

"Certainly" The Sidhe replied. His regal mane of hair shook as he nodded, slender elfin ears poking out through its silvered tresses.

To her it was if John's voice echoed from far away. She could barely nod. She didn't know if she wanted the drink to drown this vision/memory or to tear the mist away from it leavin' it bare and bleeding.

The hawk made a sound, part squeel, part majestic cry of freedom. 

"Ah yes Riva!" Morgaine said to his companion. "Regocnition is even more of a delight than shock and terror is it not! But you have indeed won the wager, she knows us in some small way. Forgive us Abby, but the Glamour that hangs from you like a shadowy spider web is so primal, and yet so wyld and daunting. There is less banality in your heart than in any mortal I have met in many weeks. At least in any mortal I have not taken under my wing as a Dreamer to be ... protected and nurtured. perhaps I should introduce myself again, I am Lord Mordraine of House Ailil, scion of the Unseelie court!"


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