The meeting place was simply a large garden shed. It was filled with shovels, mowers, soil,sand, some masonry tools. The smells of soil and fertilizer were quite strongand condensed in here. Hopefully no onehad an over developed sense of smell. She smiled. She loved these earthyscents. These were home to her. The shades of the big side windows whichlooked out over the gardens were pulled closed for the night. Mable had clicked on the harsh florescent lightsoverhead. It was Mable’s night to beworking with the trees in the park, so security wouldn’t bother them. She had already told them she had some newpeople she was training.
Mable set up the potting table and pulled up a fewstools. She added a few small pots offlowers to decorate the table. Lookingaround her the room seemed to be all set for her guests.
Invited Guests: Alessandra Niamh Sionnaigh
Any other new Gangrels are welcome.