Darth Phral
Sabine stood silently as she looked over a curiosity, a letter that one of her coven had been asked to deliver to her personally. She stood silently for a moment clad from head to toe in a black garment that was one part armor and one part elegance. Amber's eyes turned to and began to examine the courier in question. She did not doubt the sincerity of the young woman but regardless it was a curiosity. Cautiously the elder vampirka opened the sealed envelope, obviously whoever the sender was knew much about her a datapad or a communication was of no interest to her, to get her attention you would need something unique and uncommon. A small smile touched the ashen woman's lips as she read the contents.
“Hrm. It would seem my plans for the evening had changed” she bid the young woman before her to rise with the simplest lift of her finger. “You have done well, go I will see to your reward upon my return.” Sabine glided soundlessly past her only pausing for a moment to rest a hand on her shoulder. “Continue in this way, and you will go far.” withdrawing her hand she continued on as another of her servants met her at the door and wrapped the cloak around her. “Will you require an escort my Lord?” he queried her hesitantly. Her eyes turned from the door ahead to meet his, she could feel his fear, this one was always fun to torment. He both loved and feared her, it was a good state to keep him in. Her left hand rose and touched his cheek gently “No, not this time. Tend to the others until my return.” As simply as that she withdrew her hand and exited the building.
Verun was to Sabine in a word inhospitable, it was insufferably warm and entirely too bright for her. If not for the gift of the former Nightmother she would have had to have left some time ago her dwelling within the capitol was temporary. Those of the coven that were not with her were deep in the wilds of Verun seeking a worthy place to build her a permanent home. She recalled the latest surveys in the south there were promising places there that were both cool enough and remote enough.
As she walked through the night air, she relished the cool breeze slowing her past only a bit to enjoy the rare cool evening air. She drew close to a nondescript building with a pair of guards standing by the doors, the Dominous was clear on criminal activity, he tolerated it up until the point he had to intervene, that is why such events as this one were invitation only and only those who had the right pull were allowed in. As she approached the door she held out the invitation to one of the guards who simply nodded and handed it back to her. “Have a good evening” was all he stated as the white haired woman slipped past him and inside. On a good day a tome would would necessitate her attention but if it was truly from Naga Sadow? Then she would rend Verun itself to get her hands upon it.
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