The More We Flare

Silas Agata · 08-11-2010, 12:04 PM

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Though it was far from ceasing, the rain seemed to have let up some since Silas had led Spyridon into the dry refuge of the mansion. The cracks of thunder had dulled some too, having moved off into the distance as the clouds rolled through. While he waited on the porch, pale eyes studied the darkened scenery around him, waiting for the presence of one of his leaders and ears perked to catch a possible reply. His call had merely been summoning, not divulging of Silas’ apparent cousin’s presence, but he would clarify the nature of his call if the need arose. It seemed, however, as if his call had been enough to beckon the elder Lykoi woman. Through the drizzling curtain of rain, icy eyes detected to approaching woman’s form.

Silas went to the doors of the mansion, opening one while he waited for Kaena to climb the few steps leading to the covered porch. "I encountered a vanderer een our lands and eet seems zhat he vould like to be amoung our ranks," he regarded the Centurion’s single golden eye, before stepping inside, all the while holding the door open for her. "He ees vaiting een zhe sitting room eef you vould like to speak vith him." The young Russian figured after a few questions and answers, Kaena would no doubt allow the Russo to join the clan. Hopefully, though, he would be spared a similar task as to what the Agata had had to perform for entry.

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