Fionn arrived at the place and time his Speaker had directed.
His suit was newly pressed, his shirt freshly ironed, his tie carefully knotted around his neck, the silver cufflinks at his wrists twinkling when the light caught them. His coat with his little toys had been handed into the coat check area, and the stub was safely in his shirt breast pocket.
He was glad he was a little early, he was willing himself to be calm to make a good impression.
Reflexively he patted his arm pits for dampness before the realisation that if there was any dampness it was because he wished there to be.
You're not on a first date Fionn, stop worrying about bad breath and sweaty palms. You're here to make a good impression on your Speaker. Botch this and you're spending your days in a bin somewhere.
In his arms was a beautifully wrapped bundle in black with little metallic gold snowflakes on the paper, that glittered in the light like he was holding a little bundle of stars.
He envied the natives, they didn't seem to have to follow the archaic customs he did. He could just go along with how the locals did, but he had a feeling Domina would know he had failed her and though she was nearly on the other side of the world, he'd rather walk through Elysia naked then see her raise a single disapproving eyebrow at him. The thought of it made him shudder, she had presence more then he ever did. Mind you sometimes he thought there were things that came on a breakfast plate that made a stronger impression with their presence then he did.
"Domina... your childe remembers your instruction and will bring no shame upon your... August ...name." speaking softly in the dim light, careful that even in supposed solitude he did not offend his Maker.
When the Speaker comes, I will do the Rite properly as I was taught, and if the locals think me some kind of freak then so be it. None of them had ever been to the court of his Thane.
Fionn waited for the Speaker to arrive, knowing he may be there some time. A Speaker does have a lot of responsibilities after all.
I hope you're not going to stand around here all night like bait on a hook. We could be out there...hunting...feeding...oh to feed....take our prey between our teeth and revel in our Dark Gift...You're a predator...not a pet dog waiting for a pat on the head and a biscuit from master....wag your tail at this lot and they'll put a leash on you...crush you under their stylish boots and smear you against a doormat when they're done with you...