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Alaine Winters · 01-12-2012, 10:55 PM

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Her emerald eyes were focused on the dress, but every other sense was instinctively tuned to her lover. His presence was impossible to ignore - It filled every room he entered, brimming with power and the wild dignity that belonged to Gabriel alone. It was heightened by her love for him; She allowed his very being to seep into her, into her ever pore, until his movement and existence was as familiar to the matriarch as her own heartbeats.

Unable to refrain, her emerald eyes finally rose to caress him as the man's deep voice growled out, a warm and gravelly sound that the colliewoman associated with her mate's neutral mood. If Gabriel was half as excited, or nervous, about the visitation of his aunt, he hid it well enough. The woman pressed her black lips into a thin line of disgruntled obedience - It was within her nature to obey him, both as Headman of the Macha tribe (a temporary role that he had been thrust into after formalizing their mateship) and as her mate. Also, his very presence relaxed her somewhat, soothing the fiery Irish nymph and steadying her unruly nerves.

His warm touch released a small growl of distraction from her, but in spite of herself, a coy smile curved about the woman's pixie maw. She could no more resist him than she could the wild cliffs of her home. Instantly, she melted into his touch, allowing herself to be held. The growl fell quickly into a quite hum, which broke off into a sigh at his words. "You're right, of course. I am sorry, mo shúile ómra," Her head tilted as his fingers toyed with the deep auburn of her hair, a rich color shared only by her niece. Her maw tilted to offer him a tender kiss, salmon tongue darting out to lick at the side of his dark maw.

She jabbed her elbow at him as the man's touch became playful, shooing him away even though her face flushed pleasantly. They shared Pleasures often enough that his very touch was enough to get her flustered; She needed a clear mind if she was to deal properly with Mab. Such fun could wait until the night-time, when the darkness would welcome their lover's embrace. She finished tugging on the dress and smoothed it carefully, observing her appearance in a tarnished but surprisingly un-cracked mirror that sat in a gilded frame on the wall, which itself was shedding paint and cracked in places. The emerald eyes that looked back at her were calmer, and Alaine rewarded her mirror-self with a little smile. Gabriel gave her strength - He would help her face his aunt. She wouldn't have to deal with it alone.

Gabriel appeared behind her in the mirror, his dark hands moving about her neck and fastening a gold and emerald necklace about it. Her eyes met his briefly in the reflective surface, and her fingers rose to brush his own, above the deep emerald stones that sat at her throat. The necklace held many fond memories, and had come from the very beginning of their fateful path. It would give her luck, and the weight about her neck was familiar and comforting.

The dark man broke contact, heading off towards the door with a few words. Her laughter followed him. "Make sure they are clean, Gabriel! And for Morrigan's sake, please do not let Cern and Eli out of your sight!" Her voice trailed off as she heard him moving down the stairs. The woman's emerald eyes returned to her reflection a moment. She took a deep breath and straightened, lifting her chin proudly - For a moment, the confident green eyes looking back at her were Niall's. With a tight smile, the woman moved from the room and floated down the stairs, prepared for battle.

Aisling was just sliding down from Nana's broad back as the emerged from the house a moment later. The family group was assembled in front of the old estate home, whose grand features remained in spite of the wear of weather and age alike. The bleak winter weather cast a grey pallor over the home, but the air was sweet and crisp and clear. The girl with the wild tumble of red hair spoke animatedly to her aunt, gesturing grandly, her features bright with excitement. Alaine's emerald eyes followed the child's gesture, and saw the approaching pair. When Mab and Draco drew their horses to a halt, the slender woman in the green gown made a gesture to her oldest son to catch his attention. "Elijah, na capaill a ghlacadh chun an réimse amach ar ais. Fág an aíonna 'tacóid sa cobhsaí, ba mhaith leat, mo milis?" She whispered to the boy, her hand gracing his cheek lightly. Nana, without tack, had already moved in behind the boy - She would follow him obediently without any leadrope.

Drawing in a quick breath, the Winters woman let her eyes finally meet those of the guests - The man, roughly Gabriel's age, who no doubt had escorted the older woman who Alaine's eyes sought out next. Her smile was warm, and welcoming, if not slightly uncertain. "Lady Mab?" Her voice was strong and musical, thick with the accent that Gabriel loved - Confident, in spite of the nervousness she felt. Her fingers twisting together were the only sign of such. "I am Alaine Winters ne de le Poer, matriarch of the Macha estate. Welcome to my household."

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