She's hovering around xD she nervous hehe
The call came and Isabella knew she had to attend. It was not a voice she was terribly familiar with but it had all the authority of the leadership. That did not bode well, especially considering her little problem with Eris. If someone else was making the call, then what had happened to Eris? Sirius had not called either, so it was clearly not his show this time around. Isabella was not feeling putting on her better silks, so she simply straightened her cushions. They needed a cleaning, but the woman had no time to worry about it now. This meeting had to be important if someone other than Sirius or Eris was calling it. What had happened? What was going on to warrant a different person calling it?
Her green skirt swished around her ankles as she moved through the ruins to the source of the call. Only three were present, and Isabella found herself only knowing one of them. The other two she know from Last Suppers. Odessa was speaking to the woman Isabella knew had called the meeting. Salvia, wasn't it? Isabella stood silently by, watching the two ranking females talk. The slave was obedient and silent in the back, her posture proper. Sighing, the woman crossed her arms across her chest. The absence of the two leaders she knew made her worry. Had something happened?
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